#and I had a few lovely requests still pending so I hope to see some new once again soon😥

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Can I put this in as a request? 🤭

omg omg omg I imagined this too!!! how hot would it be fucking him on the way to his coronation in that little ass carriage + that bumpy road ughh. the thots I had during that scene, UNHOLY!

Merciless or Ruthless?

PAIRING: Aegon ii Targaryen x Wife!fem!Reader

WORDS: 2,019.

WARNINGS: degradation kink, name-calling, praise kink, breeding/pregnancy kink, brief mentions of implied pregnancy, mentions of p in v sexual intercourse, slight exhibitionism, swearing.

A/N - I may have gotten slightly carried away with this. but he deserves it <3 hope you enjoy lovely x

The inevitability of death could be a comforting notion of peace to some, and yet marks a heavy burden of loss, sorrow and responsibility on others. King Viserys, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhonyar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, or more commonly dotted as Viserys the Peaceful, had passed peacefully in his sleep.

His death was one that many held their breaths anticipating in the final previous months, considering the haste deterioration of the king's ill health. Nonetheless, during these months of anticipation, whispers of preparation had begun to churn behind the back of the sickly King, plans to anoint his eldest son, your dearly beloved husband, Aegon the Second of His Name, as King of the Realm.

Regardless of such talks, Aegon remained blissfully oblivious to it all. Relishing in the banquets and spoils of royalty, he remained keen and satisfied as Prince, and from time to time, expressed the notion of respecting his elder half-sister, Rhaenyra, as the rightful Queen.

It was only with you, that Aegon openly delved deeper into his reluctance of being adorned as King, expressing a distaste for the role and the heavy burden.

"I have no wish to rule...Only to wine, dine and fuck you senseless and raw, till you are practically dripping of me."

As his faithful and devoted wife, you ultimately respected and supported his well wishes. No desire to dissuade him further, despite the conniving tactics employed by his mother and grandsire, who often urged you to encourage him to seek and accept the duty of the Crown. You denied their efforts, remaining stagnant to Aegon's choice.

That was until Viserys' death began to ignite a ripple of chaos...

"A-Aeg... You've been distant all morning. Talk to me, my love."

You had awoken beside Aegon that morning, although he was not the same... His last few pending hours as Prince, before his looming coronation, was he to be anointed as King. Having quarrelled tirelessly against his grandsire, mother and liege council, he was outnumbered and ultimately defeated... More so, it was after his discrete one on one talk with Ser Criston, that seemed to shove Aegon into accepting his fate, without even so uttering a rebuttal.

"I am not fit to rule, Y/N... Everyone knows it, I know it. This is going to be a disaster, and Nyra, I-"

He pauses as his breath hitches in his throat, gulping as he composes himself, his lilac eyes swell, glistening in the streaks of sunlight, yet no tears fallen: his lounged body swayed in motion to the rocking carriage.

"-I know what is expected of me, but I doubt myself."

"Aeg- It is just nerves, my dear. We'll take it step by step, day by day, I promise-"

Reaching out, your arm stretches over as you lean towards your Targaryen husband. Your gentle hand firmly holding his, as your thumb caresses his pale skin. The colour in his face has faded, except for the dark circles embedded beneath his lower lash line. Despite your encouraging words, and half-hearted smile, you earned a simple shrug and huff, as Aegon continued to longingly look onwards towards the bustling crowds gathering and trodding towards the Hill of Rhaenys.

"Please Aeg- Is there anything I can do in my power, my love? I cannot bear to see you in such a miserable state for longer."

Silence remained still for a few sparing seconds, before Aegon's tiresome eyes sparked with a familiar yearn. Flickering from your seated position towards your entwined hands, taking a deep breath before he dared to speak.

"Do me the honour, of fucking me one last time as a Prince. Do it for me, as a gift to your King."

You could not deny, nor did your body try to hide it, you were taken aback in shock by his demand.

"Right now? Here? Aeg- Can this not wait for after the coronation, mayhaps back in bed-"

"Please, Y/N... Unorthodox I know, but when have we not been? It would really help to calm my nerves, baby. If I could just feel you, let me be with you. You always know how to make me feel better."

Exhaling a defeated sigh, you lean back, pulling aside a curtain shading a small window through the carriage, and see there is still much a way ahead, along with all the disrupting foot traffic.

Carefully standing up as you felt your stance unsteady attempting to pull up the rich, silk layers of your custom gown up. The cobbled road beneath the wheeled carriage strewed with potholes and uneven surfaces, made it near impossible to stand still. Immediately your hand instinctively reaches, latching and gripping onto Aegon's sturdy shoulder, as he remains comfortably seated. His arm reaches over to you, supporting your waist, as your other hand grips onto his forearm, as you nestle yourself atop his wide lap, as he slightly readjusts himself.

"Is this what you wanted, hmm? Want your pretty, little wife's cunt on your cock to make you feel better? You are worse than the whores out there-" You head tilts gesturing towards the Street of Silk in passing by, often where your young husband would venture during his bachelor days. Your fingers begin to find their way to his tussled, short hair, pulling at his platinum strands. Although he was dressed and prepped dutifully this morning, it still looked somewhat unkempt. You pursue his soft lips, eager as you delve in for a kiss, Aegon succumbing to it, trying desperately to hold for as long as possible, before you break apart, both of you breathless.

His familiar taste tinged with the essence of wine lingering, etched on your lips as you savour it, your focus remaining solely on one another. Each of your hands remain gripped to his shoulders, your body weight atop of Aegon's kept him steady during the rocky ride, as you swayed in motion. The haste, harsh turns made you grind against your husband's clothed lap: sensing a brewing, hungry twitch growing more blatant beneath your bare, throbbing cunt.

"I can feel you stirring, handsome... Such a needy Prince today, aren't you? Gods help me, when you are crowned King. I shall be at your beckon call day and night," You breathlessly utter closely into the elder Prince's ear. Aegon's rough hands firmly clutched at your hips, guiding your natural movements, as you buck backwards and forwards against his larger frame. The friction was palpable, as the heat infused between your inner thighs over his crotch.

"That you will be. I'll have you bent and fucked stupid over that fucking throne when I want... The only perks I shall relish in as King. Keeping you safe and sated," Aegon lowly whispered, an almost fearsome growl echoed in his throat.

"Is that so? Ugh- I must say, dear husband... To see you crowned and seated almighty on that throne, ordering us subjects below you. I might just faint at the sheer sight."

A snarling chuckle escaped his plump lips, as his hands glided over towards your front, pulling the hem further up, exposing your undergarments. Without so much as a warning, and with such swift strength, Aegon tore the piece of fabric apart.

"Just the thing I needed to cheer me up, and look at you--"

Aegon's thick digits teasing at your arousal, gently encircling your entrance as he attempted to pry you open, before hungrily licking your sweet taste off his fingers.

"Already making such a wet mess, who exactly is the whore now? I've barely touched you, and your body desperately craves for my cock, huh?"

"Mhmm-" You whimper, as Aegon elevated himself, unbuttoning his clean trousers, his stiff cock lively springing into action.

"Tell your King exactly what you want, baby... Tell your King and I shall listen. Mayhaps I will be merciful and grant you what you desire, or be ruthless."

His hard, strained cock, red and glistening enticingly with his pre-cum oozing at the tip, appeared aching for release. Teasingly stroking at the entrance of your moist folds, feeling its pulsating throbs against the sensitive skin of your cunt, was enough to send you into overdrive.

As you instinctively lifted yourself up slightly off of Aegon's lap, readying yourself to plop yourself back down, Aegon's grip over your waist, held you steady and preserved.

"Not yet, baby... Use your words. I need to hear it from you first. Can't just let you roam around and do as you please now. You think you get some sort of special treatment?"

"A-Aeg, please-" You had mindlessly moaned: the rugged motions of the carriage persisted, the unsteadiness plunging you back down against Aegon's lap, as you nestled for support. His cock thrashed against your velvet folds, earning a sly smirk on his behalf and a helpless moan from yourself.

"Words, princess."

"Y-Your cock, my King. I-I want you to f-fuck me rough and hard, till I'm nice and round with heirs for m-my King."

"Fuck. That's it, baby-" Satisfied, Aegon's hands effortlessly lifted you once more momentarily, before having you plunge down over his cock. Its wide, intimidating girth was a sensation you could never quite adjust to, naturally stretching your silky walls, clenching tightly over his thudding cock.

"Let me fuck my heir into you now, and let it be known that you carry the offspring of the King. These tits will swell ample with milk for the babe and for I-" He breathlessly growls, as his lips softly suckle at your cleavage, his hands once more ventured, fingers pulling at your corset fabric, before roughly pulling apart the seams: busting your breasts more open, enough to shed any last remaining source of modesty.

"-These hips will grow wide to carry and birth a whole damn litter. This precious stomach, may the Gods be good, will swell greatly in the moons to come. Fuck me, you will be such a heavenly Queen."

Aegon's frame now moving against the uphill, rocky drive naturally his cock followed his motions delved deep inside of you, striking at your cervix. Whimpering moans of pleasure and pain, coaxed in your voice chiselled through the carriage, layered with Aegon's heavy breathing.

"You w-will be s-such a good King, such a g-good father, as you have been an honourable husband. P-Putting my needs first."

"S-Say more, precious-" Aegon sternly proclaimed, his tone growling louder, as his large hands had subtly snaked their way towards your backside, rough palms [tarnished from training] kneading at your plush flesh.

"You are the rightful King. I devote my entire being, my entire existence to you, Aeg. Forever bound to you, I am at your disposal. Love me, ch-cherish me...F-Fuck me."

With all the swaying, harsh motions from the carriage itself alongside the sensual love-making, Aegon's cock released all the tension from the anticipation, the buildup from your touch, that he desperately needed. Reaching his ultimate peak, in return spoiling you with a climatic apex.

The moments that followed timely, had forever changed the course of history itself...

Aegon had been crowned and accepted by the realm as King. And as he spoke like a true, honest ruler, the Gods saw fit as they did anointing your husband, and you began to swell healthily with child in the months that followed. It was widely known however, that the conception of the King's soon to be heir, was poetically the day its father was crowned.

"As tense as we all were for Aegon, it seemed you two were rather ugh- eager for the coronation... If the Gods blessed the Queen with child now, then we shall be thankful for the holy plans of the Seven," Alicent, the Dowager Queen, had reminisced over the intimate family dinner that night.

Regardless, it took time for Aegon to grow accustomed to the heavy burden and responsibility of having to rule Seven Kingdoms. And yet he did so willingly, so long as you had remained dutifully by his side. That, he forever was eternally thankful for.

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Lalalalalalaala I'm back, I don't know if I already have another one pending in your requests but eh

yesterday I finished SS2 and it ruined me completely, I'll never be the same i think, now im reading the manga and honestly i saw a few spoilers and im terrified for megumi man, i don't want him to die!!😭🫠

Sigh, anyways, how about like megumi x reader, but it's like after everything settles and the world goes back to normal,and reader is a feeling a bit better (assuming they fought too) and when they wake up and see megumi in Jujutsu high,they just start sobbing and hugging him telling him how precious he is and how scared they were for him,

This is so cringe man I'm cringe but I'm free!! I need megumi to know he's loved he deserves absolutely everything

You're Everything to Me with Megumi Fushiguro

FEATURING Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

SUMMARY In the aftermath of devastation, he is your light

CONTENT WARNINGS angst, dark subjects like suicidal thoughts (please know your boundaries, your mental health is more important), fluff, two cuties in love, only edited ever so slightly T-T

AUTHORS NOTE You go anon! Live in your cringe! Own the cringe! And keep giving me more content ideas! Hope you enjoy <333

The silence was a suffocating thing.

As you stirred, the weight of the world seemed to press down harder, the thin mattress beneath you offering no relief from the crushing heaviness in your chest. For a moment, you wondered if you had even woken up at all—if this was some dream, another layer of the nightmare you’d been living for what felt like years. Your body ached in ways that had nothing to do with the physical, and when your eyes blinked open, the dim, sterile light of the room greeted you like a cold slap.

It was over.

That thought should have brought you comfort, but instead, it twisted like a knife in your gut.

The world had been saved—or at least, what was left of it. The battles had been fought, the enemies had fallen, and you had survived. You were here, alive. But the silence felt wrong, unnatural, as if the air itself was too still, too empty. There was no joy in this victory. There was no peace. Only the lingering sense of loss, of something irreplaceable that had been shattered.

You forced yourself to sit up, but every movement felt sluggish, like wading through thick mud. The room spun briefly, and for a moment, you wished you hadn’t woken at all. It was easier to stay in the dark, easier to float in the void where you didn’t have to think, didn’t have to remember.

But now, in the unforgiving light of the aftermath, the memories came flooding back, sharp and relentless.

How many lives had been lost for this so-called peace? How many faces—friends, comrades, strangers—had fallen, their blood staining the ground? And for what? What had really changed? The world might have been saved, but it was broken, fractured beyond recognition. There was no returning to what once was. The faces you had fought alongside, the ones who had smiled and laughed, were now ghosts that haunted the corners of your mind.

The weight of that realization settled over you, heavy and suffocating, pulling you down into a sea of doubt. Was any of it worth it? All the fighting, all the sacrifice—what had you really gained?

The faces of the fallen swam before your eyes, one after another. Some you had known intimately, others were mere fleeting acquaintances, but each one carried the same hollow finality. You had fought so hard, given so much, and yet, as you sat there in the cold stillness, it felt like none of it mattered. The world you had bled for had become a graveyard of lost dreams, and the future felt as distant as the stars.

The despair clawed at your throat, threatening to choke you.

Why had you fought so hard? Why had you pushed yourself beyond the breaking point? The names of the dead weighed heavily on your heart, and with each one, you wondered if there had been something more you could have done, some way to save them. But deep down, you knew the answer. You knew you had given everything, and still, it wasn’t enough. It was never enough.

Your mind spiraled, the emptiness inside you expanding, swallowing up every thought, every hope. Maybe it had all been for nothing. Maybe, in the end, the fight had taken more from you than you could ever give back. The victory felt hollow, a brittle shell masking the loss beneath.

And then there was him.

Your heart clenched painfully at the thought of Megumi. You had fought not just for yourself, not just for the world, but for him—for the people you loved, for the ones who gave you reason to keep going. But now, in this empty room, with only the echoes of your failures and fears, you weren’t sure if even that had been enough.

Was he okay? Did he make it out? The thought twisted in your mind, dark and relentless. The last you had seen of him was chaos—the blur of battle, the surge of cursed energy, his figure moving like a shadow through the carnage. You had called out his name, over and over, your voice hoarse, but he had vanished into the storm. And after that, everything had gone black.

What if…?

Your chest tightened, the panic rising like bile in your throat. What if he was gone? What if he had been one of the lives lost to the war? You couldn’t bear the thought. You didn’t know if you could survive that. You couldn’t even think about it.

But the doubt, the fear, gnawed at you like a festering wound. The room around you blurred as your vision swam with unshed tears. It felt like you were trapped beneath the weight of it all—the guilt, the grief, the unbearable thought that maybe, despite all your efforts, you had lost him too.

Your hands clenched into fists, nails biting into the soft flesh of your palms, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the storm inside you. What was the point of surviving if you had lost everything worth fighting for? What was the point of living in a world that felt so empty?

A sob built in your throat, thick and heavy, but you swallowed it down, pressing your palms against your eyes as if that could somehow stop the flood of emotion threatening to break you. You couldn’t cry. You couldn’t fall apart, not now. But the dam was crumbling, the weight of your sorrow too great to bear.

And then, through the haze of your grief, something shifted.

It was subtle at first, just a flicker in your periphery. You blinked through the tears, your breath catching as your blurred vision cleared.

And that’s when you saw him.

Megumi.

He was standing at the foot of your bed, quiet and still, his presence a solid anchor in the storm of your emotions. For a moment, you couldn’t believe it. You stared at him, wide-eyed, as if he might vanish if you looked away. His dark hair was disheveled, his face marred with cuts and bruises, but he was alive.

Alive.

Megumi was there, solid and real, as if he had emerged from the very shadows of your despair. He didn’t speak, didn’t move, but his presence alone was a lifeline—a single thread of light cutting through the oppressive darkness that had swallowed you whole.

Your breath hitched, the sobs lodged in your throat like jagged glass, tearing at you as the tears flowed freely now. You couldn’t stop them, couldn’t hold back the flood of everything you had buried deep inside. Because he was here—he was alive. After everything, after all the loss and devastation, Megumi was still standing.

A small, fragile sob escaped your lips, and with it, the last of your strength crumbled. You reached out for him, your hand trembling, desperate to close the distance between you. Megumi stood there, watching you, his dark eyes softening, though his expression remained guarded. It was as if he, too, had been waiting—waiting for the moment when your pain would overwhelm you, when you would need him more than anything.

You didn’t even realize you were moving until you were in his arms.

Your body collided with his, and the force of your relief shattered whatever fragile walls you had left. Your hands fisted in his shirt, clinging to him as if he were the only thing keeping you from drowning. In a way, he was. Megumi had become the beacon of light in a world that had gone dark. He was your anchor, the one steady point in a storm of chaos and loss, and you held onto him as if letting go would mean losing yourself entirely.

“Megumi,” you gasped, his name spilling from your lips like a confession, like a prayer. Your voice was broken, thick with tears. “I was so scared… I thought—I thought I’d lost you.”

He stiffened for a moment, caught off guard by the intensity of your desperation, but then he relaxed. His arms came around you, hesitant at first, but then more secure, wrapping you in a warmth that seemed to seep into your very soul. The hand he placed at the small of your back pressed you closer, grounding you, keeping you tethered to the present. His other hand cradled the back of your head, his touch gentle, careful, as though he were afraid you might shatter.

“I’m here,” he murmured quietly, his voice low and soothing, but beneath the calm, you could hear the echo of his own exhaustion. “I’m here.”

You shook your head against his chest, the sobs wracking your body with a force you couldn’t control. “I couldn’t… I couldn’t do it without you. I couldn’t survive this if you were gone.”

Each word was torn from you, raw and trembling, as though they had been waiting to be spoken for too long. The fear that had haunted you, the pain of almost losing him, was finally pouring out in a flood of emotion that you could no longer hold back. And Megumi—he was your constant. Your light. The only thing keeping the world from crumbling entirely around you.

His presence, solid and unmoving, was a balm to the wounds you didn’t know how to heal. The warmth of his body against yours, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the soft hum of his heartbeat—all of it was proof that he was real, that he was here, that you hadn’t lost him to the nightmare that had claimed so many others.

You buried your face in his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of him—earth and rain, something grounding, something that had always made you feel safe. His fingers curled in your hair, not with the intent to soothe you, but to remind you that he was here, that he wasn’t going anywhere. His grip was firm, as though he, too, was holding on—not just to you, but to this moment, this fragile sense of peace you had both been denied for so long.

“I thought I lost you,” you whispered again, your voice barely audible, cracking under the weight of your tears. “I thought you were gone, and I—”

“Shh,” he interrupted gently, his voice steady, though you could feel the faint tremble in his breath. He wasn’t immune to the weight of everything you had endured together, and that vulnerability made him feel all the more real. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

You clung to him, your sobs quieting as the weight of his words settled over you. You didn’t need a grand declaration of love or an elaborate promise. This was Megumi—solid, quiet, unwavering—and that was enough. His presence was enough.

As the minutes passed, your tears began to subside, though the ache in your chest remained. But it wasn’t the same all-consuming despair that had threatened to swallow you whole. With Megumi’s arms around you, you felt grounded, tethered to something real, something you could hold onto. He was the light in the dark, and even in the midst of all your pain, that light gave you hope.

After a long moment, he gently pulled back, just enough to look at you. His fingers brushed your hair from your face, his gaze searching yours, filled with a tenderness that he rarely allowed anyone to see.

“You don’t have to carry this alone,” he said softly, his voice like a whisper in the stillness. “I’m with you.”

Your chest tightened, the tears still clinging to your lashes as you looked up at him. His face was marred by exhaustion, the remnants of battle still etched into his skin, but in that moment, he was everything. He was the proof that you hadn’t lost everything, that there was still something left to fight for, someone to hold onto.

“I was so afraid,” you whispered, your voice raw, breaking under the weight of the words. “Afraid I’d lose you... that you’d be just another name I’d have to carry.”

Your grip on his shirt tightened, your hands trembling. “You don’t know what it did to me... thinking you were gone, thinking I’d never see you again.”

Megumi’s brow furrowed, his expression flickering with something you couldn’t quite name—pain, maybe, or understanding. He stayed silent, but his arms remained firm around you, holding you close, as if he, too, needed this connection.

“I can’t lose you, Megumi,” you murmured, your voice trembling like a fragile thing. “Not you. Not after everything.”

Your words were heavy, laden with the truth you had kept buried for too long. He wasn’t just someone you fought alongside—he was the reason you fought, the light that had kept you going when everything else felt lost. And here he was, standing in front of you, pulling you from the depths when you couldn’t do it alone.

For a long moment, he just looked at you, his eyes dark and unreadable. But then, quietly, he spoke, his voice soft, almost tentative.

“I’m still here.”

The simplicity of it was almost too much to bear. Three words, and yet they held everything. He wasn’t offering you promises or reassurances he couldn’t keep, but in that moment, it was enough. It had to be.

You pressed your forehead to his chest, the tears still slipping down your cheeks, but softer now. “You’re everything,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “I fought for this... for you. I don’t care if the world is broken, as long as I still have you.”

For a moment, there was only silence, your words hanging in the air, heavy with everything you had kept buried inside. Megumi’s chest rose and fell beneath your touch, his breath steady, but there was a tension there, something you hadn’t noticed before. Slowly, he pulled back, just enough to look at you, his gaze dark and conflicted.

His fingers brushed against your cheek, his touch soft, but there was something in his eyes—something raw, vulnerable, like he was standing on the edge of a precipice. He opened his mouth, hesitated, then spoke, his voice low and rough, filled with a weight you hadn’t expected.

“I almost gave up.”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You blinked, your breath catching as you looked at him, disbelief flooding your chest. Megumi? The thought alone felt wrong, impossible, and yet here he was, standing before you, saying the words you never thought you’d hear from him.

“I was... ready to let go,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper, his gaze flickering to the side, as if he couldn’t bear to meet your eyes. “Sukuna was there, pulling at me, wearing me down until I thought... maybe it would be easier. Easier to give in, to just let it all end.”

You stared at him, your heart clenching painfully as the weight of his confession settled over you. He had been so close—closer than you’d ever realized—to losing himself, to disappearing into that darkness. And the thought of it, of him giving in to Sukuna, was almost too much to bear.

“But then... I thought about you.”

Your breath hitched, your eyes widening as his words sank in. Megumi’s gaze flickered back to yours, and this time, it was steady, intense, filled with an emotion so deep it threatened to unravel you.

“You kept me going,” he said, his voice stronger now, more certain. “Even when everything felt impossible, when I thought I was too far gone... I held on because of you. I couldn’t let go, not when you were still here. Not when I knew you’d be waiting.”

The air between you felt heavy, thick with the weight of his words, the truth of everything he had been carrying. And in that moment, you realized just how close you had come to losing him—not just to the war, but to the battle inside his own heart.

Tears welled in your eyes again, but this time they weren’t born of fear or pain. They were tears of relief, of understanding, of love so deep it ached. You had fought for him, but he had fought for you, too—for the chance to stay with you, to not let the darkness claim him completely.

“I couldn’t lose you,” you whispered, your voice breaking, but you didn’t care. “I couldn’t bear it.”

Megumi’s hand cupped your face, his thumb brushing away the tears as they fell, and for a moment, he simply held you there, his eyes searching yours. Then, quietly, with a tenderness that made your heartache, he said, “You’re the reason I’m still standing. You’re everything to me, too.”

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hii, i love you’re work so much. idk if you’re taking requests for nye stuff but if you are i was hoping to request this.. a melissa x reader (they’re together) where they go out with the abbott crew and they’re having a good time. the reader gets a bit too tipsy and mel has to take her home. (romance, soft stuff, over protective mel, FLUFF)

-New Year's resolution-

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender :Fluff, soft

Warnings:none

Summary:Mel takes care of you while you decide to have a few drinks on New Year's Eve.

Hi sweetheart, sorry it took so long, I try to make the requests in the order in which I receive them. I hope you enjoy it!

New year, a time of changes, of new beginnings, new goals that you would not meet and would remain pending for a different next year, a time of traditions, a time to spend with family or friends, a time to enjoy and laugh.

You and Melissa, your girlfriend, used to spend New Year's Eve with the family, but this year you couldn't travel with their parents or yours because you were a bit tight on a budget with house repairs, so you accepted Jacob's invitation to celebrate the welcome of the year together with your friends from Abbott.

You were surprised when you arrived to see that everyone was there, including Barbara and her husband. The party was very well organized in a rather luxurious, decorated and quiet place.

You all ate together and shouted New Year's Eve celebrating together.

The place was so calm, that you started to drink without worries with your friend and co-worker Ava, whom was hard to keep up with the amount of alcohol she was drinking.

Your girlfriend spent much of the night with you and her friend Barbara, deciding not to drink since she would be driving home.

The night was still young and you had only had two cocktails, or had it been three? You didn't remember, it wasn't important. Anyway, the night was young and there was still plenty of time to enjoy. Little by little the drinks began to take their toll on you, and normal things became very funny in your eyes.

Mel knew you very well, how you were like when you got sick, how you were like when you were hot, how you were like when you were tired and how you were like when you were drunk, she knew that the first effect of alcohol on you was that everything started to look funny, the first effect of many.

Mel watched from her seat everything you did with Ava, she knew you were friends and trusted Ava a little, just a little, but she didn't want to lose sight of you while you were drunk. Drinking affected Mel in a way, it made her hot, soft and in need of love, but on you had a different effect, it drove you crazy and you didn't sit still, which worried the redhead when she didn't saw where you were going.

Your girlfriend almost jumped out of her seat when she saw how you wanted to climb one of the bars, the height, the alcohol and your heels were not a good combination, so she immediately called your name before you could do anything and you approached her with your head down as if she had caught you doing something wrong. When you got to her side, the redhead made you sit on her lap while you continued with your head down

-"I'm sorry"-You whispered avoiding looking at her so she couldn't feel the smell of alcohol on your mouth so much, but no matter how hard you tried to hide it, it was felt from miles away

-"Look at me, I'm not mad at you, I just want you to be careful, you can fall if you get on there, okay?"-She spoke softly and you nodded, you had entered the next stage, sensitive-"Want to eat some of my fries or a sandwich? There is also fresh water here, do you want to drink?"-You nodded again and ate while softly singing one of the songs that was playing, also drinking some water. It was rarely the time you drank much, so Mel wasn't going to be mad to you for that, but if she could do anything to keep you from getting so drunk, she would do it, that's why she tried to get you to eat and drink water.

Once you were done, you kissed her cheek and went back to drinking games with Ava and the rest.

A few minutes later, Mel lost sight of you and heard screams of a heated conversation, as she approached she saw you fighting with someone who apparently had said something that you didn't like very much and you responded worse causing a fight, that meant you had entered the next stage, anger and tantrums. The redhead carefully grabbed your waist and lifted you up a little to get away from the fight, like when you grab a puppy so it doesn't keep fighting with other dogs. You were about to complain but she asked you to dance with her and that made you calm down and forget about the fight.

The music was slow and Mel's body was hot, it felt good to have her close, her hands were on your waist and your hands clasped behind her neck, the redhead looked at you adoringly even though your body had a lot of alcohol scent

-"You're dancing a little crooked, don't trip..."-she whispered close to your lips and you laughed, your cheeks were red and that gave tenderness to your girlfriend

-"Si me caigo me re-cojes?"-You asked laughing a lot with mischief in your eyes, it was a joke that would make sense if your girlfriend understood Spanish a little more

-"Love, you know I don't understand much..."-she whispered, you had entered the next stage, filtering and speaking in your native language

-"Tienes unos ojos tan bellos, amo la manera en que la luz refleja en ellos, me hipnotiza. Creo que gasté toda mi suerte al conocerte. Quiero casarme contigo un día y que estes presente siempre en mi vida..."-You whispered over her lips smiling and she laughed

-"What?" - She looked at you confused

-"It means I love you" - You just commented and kissed her again.

After a while more dancing, the alcohol took more effect and you started to get more dizzy

-"Meeelsiishaaaa"-You screamed over the music and she stopped dancing to look at you-"I don't ffeel gu-uud"-One of the last stages, you started to slur your words and feel sick, if you kept going like this, you would vomit soon. Your girlfriend carefully guided you back to the table where Barb was and insisted that you drink water, which you did

-"Is she okay?" - Barbara asked and Mel nodded, caressing your back while you narrowed your eyes to try to focus andnot to see Barbara double.

-"Yeah, but I think it's time to go home... She it's a little bit dizzy" - Mel commented, and Barbara nodded. The redhead helped put on your jacket and she grabbed your waist to help you walk. Once you reached outside, Barbara and Gerald who had escorted you to the exit, said goodbye

-"Have a happpy new year!" -  Barbara's husband yelled and you opened your eyes wide trying to get back inside but Mel wouldn't let go

-"I have to eat my grapes! And have my wishes!" - You screamed nervously and Mel laughed hugging you

-"You already ate your grapes and made your wishes hours ago, it's been 4 hours since New Year's, don't you remember that I brought you your peeled grapes in a Tupperware? I gave them to you a while before we shouted new year together. You ate them under the table so that, as far as I understood, our love would continue to be strong"-Your wife spoke and vague memories came to your head and you nodded

-"Let's go home then..."-You whispered in her chest and she helped you to get in the car.

A few minutes later, the two of you were home, Mel helped you put on more comfortable clothes and climb into bed after a short bath. You immediately fell asleep when you closed your eyes so that the room wouldn't spin.

Mel left you a glass of water with a hangover pill for when you woke up and then climbed into bed and carefully hugged you protectively and kissed the crown of your head and then slept next to you. Going over and over in her head the only thing she had managed to understand about what you said in Spanish, "I wanna marry you". If only you had an idea that the redhead had an engagement ring hidden for you on her nightstand, Her New Year's resolution was to make you her wife.

[ahollowgrave]

Friend, I know you did not reblog the 22 Dawntrail ask game! So I would like to humbly request more Selenite lore in the near future. Also, what do you think Odette and Selenite would think of each other?

(Teehee after they sent this I DID reblog the dawntrail ask game mentioned. Like a scamp.)

Man, Selenite is still so new she is truly just rolling right along in the rock tumbler! So while I have some ideas many of them are subject to change. Since her first appearance here I’ve already made some changes to her looks and more will probably come! And since S9 as a whole is still so new with limited lore I imagine bits and pieces of her will change as we play more of this expansion. Such is the life of an RP character, tbh, especially an AU version of an RP character!

I have another ask for how Selenite’s readings work, so I’ll save her work for that one.

Anyway:

Her full name is Selenite, friends call her Nite. Does she have a surname??? Probably. Not that you need to know it. 

She doesn’t wear a regulator anymore. Like many of her fellow citizens, Selenite wore a regulator from a young age. It wasn’t until the loss of her parent and the gnawing feeling of missing someone important -- and a few frank conversations -- that she removed it. She’ll never get the memories of her parent back but she hopes to honor them by feeling any fresh grief. 

Selenite’s parent was probably None’s S9 shard. Details pending. 

Unlike Odette, Nite is 100% alive! Wow! A normal heartbeat and body temperature!

She’s def had some augmentations done! Probably out of boredom. I imagine boredom is a big problem in S9.

The one I’m 100% sold on is her hair not being…. Fully hair anymore. To emulate Odette’s hair’s iridescent sheen, Selenite has fiber optic lights woven throughout that emit a low glow. Practical? No. Cool? Very. 

Also since I keep trimming Odette’s hair I think Selenite gets to have the long fantasy hair. You understand. 

The other one is her eyes. Odette can see souls/ghosts/spirits out of one eye and I think Nite could as well (this is from their shared ancient) but maybe had her eyes removed in favor of optics upgrades. IDK!! I just think…. Cool eyes. You underSTAND!!!

I hesitate about these only because she doesn’t wear a regulator and I feel like they are def tied to regulator usage, but this is why she’s in the rock tumbler. Maybe she got them before she took off the regulator and they still work just maybe… not as well. Much to think about!!

Nite makes a lot of her choices based on Boredom. It's not her greatest trait!!! but it's fine.

She sleeps a lot -- almost like she’s sleeping for two. Always tired. As a result, she’s always got an energy drink in her hand and she’s usually looking for additional stimulants. 

Personality wise she is just so chill. She’s too tired to be worked up, man. 

Another reason she’s on the very fringes of a lot of groups like Oblivian, she doesn’t have the passion to join something like that fully but she supports in ways she can. Like convincing people death isn’t that bad, isn’t that scary. 

Chill but also prone to pranks and jokes. Big fan of teeheeheeing over here. She loves a bit.

She’s only left S9 twice and nearly died both times, without her regulator, so she does NOT leave the city anymore. For all her talk about death not being scary it is very much very scary but that’s okay, she just doesn’t talk about those trips. No worries, haha!

Beautiful fat lesbian <3

I do not think she and Odette will ever meet. Maybe in the background of each other's shots or something, so to speak. That said I do love a what if!!!

I think they'd get along great. I think they'd fit together so well they were long lost twins. Not without hurdles, of course. Nite is freaked out by the ashkin thing, Odette is freaked out by Nite's freak out because are you serious? Mostly I think it's a lot of bickering. They'd change each other for good.

[kyokutsu-sama]

Hi can I request for a fem reader x jushiro where jushiro is very needy the whole day while working with her

Fem reader x Jushiro

Tw: Nsfw content Author's note : Hi !! I hope you like it😊 I really missed writing about him

You had decided to help Jushiro that day, it had been a while since you two worked together and today you made a point of being by his side and helping him with his tasks. He couldn't be happier to have your company.

You went to him in the afternoon and he was still sitting there working, just like you saw him before you left.

"Do you need help?" You approaching him

"No, it's okay. I'm almost done with these" He said, stopping writing to look at you

"You don't need to do this all alone, I'll help you" You said, sitting on his lap and hugging him

"I know but you don't need to worry, I'm already done" He gave you a smile and kissed your forehead

"Well, then I'm going to leave for a while longer so you can concentrate" You whispered in his ear and then kissed his neck a few times before getting up

"There was no need, I love having you around"

"I know but I also have to go and receive some things that have been pending since last week and that you were also supposed to have dealt with previously"

"Yeah, I know... It's been so much work lately that I'm still unsure which of the two will kill me first, whether it's my work or my illness" He chuckled

"Well it really is difficult to decide" You smiled and left the office

He saw you leave and tried to concentrate again, also trying to see if he could alleviate the heat from his body after your lips had traveled to his neck. His neck was his weak point and you knew exactly what to do when you wanted to take him away from that calm side.

You came back at the end of the afternoon after taking care of his affairs and saw him leaning on his chair but this time at least everything had already been done. He smiled when he saw you, happy that you were there again.

"I've already taken care of everything, what about you?" You asked as you approached the table

"Everything is in order now"He said, stretching a little in the chair

"Let me check, you look tired" you said as you checked things to see if he hadn't missed anything

"I don't think I forgot anything"He said while looking at the papers you had in your hands

"Yes, you did everything well" You smiled and put everything as it was

He leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh, you sat down on the table facing him. He couldn't help but admire you who were right in front of him and looked so beautiful at that moment, after pacing back and forth all day away from him he finally celebrated being with you so close.

"Hey, are you awake?" You snapped your fingers close to his face seeing that he appeared to be dreaming awake.

"Yes, I was just... Forget it" He said "waking up"

You got up from the table and sat on his lap while moving his bangs out of his eyes, that was the last straw for him. He hugged your body close to his and kissed you, taking you by surprise. You held the back of his head and followed his lips.

"I needed you so much Y/n" He whispered, moving away from your lips for a moment

"I'm here now" You said before kissing him again

His hands slid down your back until they reached your thighs and took you placing you on the table, while the kiss became more necessary. You passed your hands over his shoulders, sliding the fabric of the kimono until they were exposed, he opened the knot in the fabric to remove it completely, doing the same with the kimono you were wearing and throwing it aside. 

You lifted your hips a little so he could remove your pants, you slid your hands down his back while kissing his neck. The heat he emanated was making you dizzy, he laid you on the table and with his lips he made a trail of kisses from your neck to your exposed breasts, he kissed and tasted the sensitive skin of your nipples. You stroked his hair as he reached down to your thighs and slid the damp fabric down your thighs, he knelt down as he hugged your thighs close to him and delighted in your folds. You moaned when his tongue began to lick you slowly and in a way that made your body arch with pleasure, he was incredibly gentle and loving in everything he did.

He sucked your clit and rolled his tongue there a few times, taking some moans and whimpers from you, he had been wanting you all day and it got worse as the day went on and he wasn't having you the way he wanted. He drank your fluids voraciously when you came and then stood up starting to take off his pants, you sat on the edge of the table and held his shoulders while kissing him. Jushiro took his dick and placed it in you, making you moan against his lips after feeling him inside you, he leaned over you a little and placed one hand on the edge of the table while he began slow thrusts in and out of you.

You held his body close to yours while you let out a few moans close to his ear while he seemed to speed up his movements, he felt on cloud nine because he could feel your insides tightened him so well that it made him want to be inside you even more. You tightened your legs around his waist, feeling the heat of the air increase and his unregulated breathing hitting your neck, his hand pressed the flesh of your thigh, leaving the mark of his fingers digging into your skin. Your nails traced red lines down his back, he released small moans, feeling your touch and that led him to go deeper, you hugged his body closer to yours when you felt your legs become weak and your peak reached with his. He finished inside you and then rested his head in the crook of your neck, you remained hugged to him until you caught your breath, he stroked your hair and kissed the top of your head a few times.

"I missed your touch, love, having you close to me"He whispered, holding both sides of your face

"Me too, I love you so much"

"I love you too"

[darkomoth]

Insomniacs

Chapter 2: Birthday Dinner

Aaron Hotchner x reader

Summary: Pending a full evaluation, you're stuck at home while you heal from your injuries. Hotch is worried and Reid's birthday is around the corner.

Notes: This is sort of a slow burn I guess. Slightly shorter chapter, hope you enjoy! :)

Also uploaded on Ao3 under the same title

Word count: 6.7K

Ch. 1 Ch.3

You were cleared to fly back home but had to spend a little over a week in the hospital while you recovered. They told you that you had a mild concussion, three bruised ribs, and a broken nose. So, ultimately, not as bad as it could have been. 

Still, it didn’t feel awesome. Of course, the doctor recommended that you stay in the hospital for observation for at least 3 weeks, but the sheer thought of being bed-ridden for that long made you pick at your nails. The monotonous hum of the machines and the low volume of the tv combined with the chilly hospital air put you severely on edge. Honestly, they were lucky you made it as long as you did. 

Everyone came to visit you at one point or another, which made you very happy. Penelope had gathered a basket-full of goodies for you which consisted of a teddy bear, many chocolates/candies, a coloring book that was obviously made for children, and three balloons which said, “It’s a Girl!” in pretty pink cursive. 

“They didn’t have any “I’m sorry you were kidnapped and tortured” balloons at CVS...” Garcia had said with a pout. They were appreciated, you assured her.

Spencer had reserved time to read to you, stating that he always felt better when his mom did the same for him as a kid. You’d drift off to the sound of the young doctor's voice who recited line after line from “The Wizard of Oz,” which he knew you loved. 

Derek came by a couple times to drop off food and watch a few episodes of whatever shitty soap opera happened to be on at the time. Somehow, they seemed better quality when he was there. His easy conversation made you relax in the stiff hospital bed and often you found yourself laughing a little too hard, straining your sides and reminding yourself of why you were here to begin with. 

JJ and Emily often visited together, since they were carpooling. They brought personal hygiene items from your apartment and flowers, talked about work and how the team was. “Oh, we’re falling apart without you, for sure.” JJ stated once. It made you smile, though you knew everyone was getting on just fine. 

Rossi wasn’t super talkative, but you were used to that. His company was welcome in the late hours when the ticking clock made you want to rip your hair out. He cooked some really good pasta, but you suspected it may have been take-out. Rossi denied it completely. 

Hotch was there more than anyone else, however. You could hear him pacing outside your door some nights, like he was debating on whether to come in. He always did after knocking gently on your door, which you eagerly answered.  

He’d sit by your side and ask how you were feeling, and you would answer the same way every time with a smile, “Like a million bucks.” It made him scoff and shake his head a little, though you knew he found it a little funny. After several minutes of small talk, his hand would search for yours and you would accept it with a small smile. Hotch wasn’t accustomed to doing nothing either, so he’d fidget. He’d check on your vitals, request an extra blanket, crack open the window for fresh air, or pace whenever you did succumb to sleep. 

Your request to go home was granted, but not to return to work. That would take at least another two weeks. Hotch thought even that was pushing it, though.  

“I’m seriously fine, Hotch. See, look,” You said, crumbling some trash into a ball so that you could toss it into a nearby trash can. You got it in one shot. “Look at that coordination,” You laughed, nudging his side softly. 

Hotch only stared at you, seemingly unamused. “That is not a good measurement of capability.”  

The two of you were walking out of the hospital, and you felt a heaviness lift off your shoulders as you passed though the automatic sliding doors. Finally, you were back to the real world. JJ and Emily brought you your own clothes which made you feel like yourself again and not some lab rat. The sun was warm on your skin, and you took a deep breath the moment you were outside. It made you forget about how you must’ve looked still, with a black eye and purple bruises littered across your cheek and neck.

The team had another case already, but Hotch stated he would be catching up with everyone as soon as he made sure that you got home safe. That set off a feeling of butterflies in your stomach which you tried to push away. That was genuinely the last thing you should be thinking about right now.  

“Well, what is a good measurement?” You ask, turning towards him and looking up into his eyes. They were already trained on you, stoic and resolute as always. 

“Your evaluation is scheduled in 12 days from now.” He says, impassively. 

You don’t try to stop the groan that escapes you, “That’s so long.” The two of you make it to Hotch’s car, he opens the passenger side door for you and holds onto your upper arm to help you inside, it sends a pleasant chill up your arm. You wince in pain as you change from an upright position to sitting, and Hotch notices. 

“Are you alright?” He hovers next to you as you reach for the seatbelt. Your ribs were actually on fire, but you nodded in response, not trusting your voice at the moment. Hotch looks at you skeptically for a second, hands twitching at his sides, before closing the door and making his way to the driver's seat. 

He looked good, you thought. Hotch was in his usual suit, but no jacket or tie, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and you tried not to let your eyes linger for too long. Halfway through the drive, he speaks again. “You should’ve stayed at the hospital.” 

You look over at him again, his eyes are fixed on the road and his face neutral, but his hand grips the steering wheel tightly. “I couldn’t take another minute of that place.” You say, a little bitterly. 

Hotch glances at you but turns his attention back to driving. “I know... still.” He sighs like he’s resigned to the fact that you’re very stubborn and almost always get your way in the end. “How’s the pain?” 

Over the past week, Hotch has checked in on your pain level. He’d ask where you were from 1-10; 1 meant almost no pain, 10 meant it was unbearable. Typically, you’d say 3/4, maybe 5 on a bad day, but if you were being honest, 4 meant 6 and 5 meant 9. If Hotch noticed that you were lying, he didn’t say anything. 

“Mm, 5.” You mumbled in response. 

He only nodded, making sure to keep his eyes forward. A few seconds pass, as if he’s debating if he should speak again. Eventually he does. “Are you sure?” His voice is tentative and soft now, “You’ve been controlling your breathing and clutching your side.”

You release your side in response and take a deep breath as if to prove a point, “I’m sure.”

Hotch doesn’t say anything for the rest of the drive. When he pulls into the parking lot of your apartment complex, he prevents you from opening your door. “Stop, I’ll get it.”

“Hotch, you really don’t need to-“ You were cut off by the sound of the driver side door shutting closed. When he makes his way around to the passenger side, you were looking at him disapprovingly. “I can open a door.” You mutter as he opens it and offers a hand.

“I’m certain you can.” Is all he says in response, not budging from his spot. With a small sigh and a suppressed smile, you take his hand and hop out of your seat.

You notice how close Hotch is to you, the way he’s put himself between you and the rest of the lot. It’s intimate in a strange way, his hand is still in yours even though you were fully stable now. Your heartbeat quickens in the way that it does when he’s near and you fidget.

Hotch probably noticed your behavior because he lets you go immediately, turning towards the trunk of the car that has your go-bag. He grabs it and starts walking with you to your door. You want to protest again, tell him that you were okay and capable of doing normal, everyday things like carrying your bag, but you decide against it. You know that nothing you say is going to change Hotch’s mind so you allow yourself the moment to enjoy his company. 

“I can handle it from here.” You say once you open your door and step inside. The apartment was fairly empty, save for the sparse furniture and fake plants that sat on your windowsills. As you move to grab your bag from Hotch, a sharp sting shoots up your right side and makes you still. “Ahhh,” You hiss in pain. 

“Y/N?” Hotch asks worriedly, holding his hands out for you to grab onto if you needed. “Are you alright?”

With your hands clutching onto him, you take a second to regain stability and test your breathing, “Mhm… sorry.” You let him go and decide to lean against the island counter in your kitchen instead, but he continues to hover. “It comes and goes.”

“Where’s the painkillers the hospital provided?” Hotch asks, setting down your bag on the counter next to you and rummaging through the side zippers. You don’t have a chance to respond before he finds them. “Here,” He says, as he drops two pills into his hand, “hold onto these, I’ll get some water.”

He hands them to you, and the warmth of his hand is comforting. You hold them and watch as he moves freely around your kitchen, searching for your glassware. It was strange, but not unpleasant, to see your boss inside your home moving around like he’s been here a hundred times. Almost domestic. You shook the thought from your head and took a seat in one of the barstools. Shortly after, Hotch slides over a glass of water across from you.

“Thanks.” You say and down the pills with a gulp of water.

Hotch is looking at you with an unreadable expression, it makes you shift in your seat and take a few more sips of water to distract yourself.

“You need rest and plenty of water…” Hotch trails off, like he wants to say more but doesn’t. Then, like he can’t take it anymore, he moves around the counter to be next to you. “I’m sorry.”

He’s so close again, even taller than usual since you’re sitting. You have to crane your neck to look up at him, his expression has softened from earlier. Confused by what he said you replied, “What are you sorry for?”

Hotch sighs a little, his jaw is tense. “I shouldn’t have sent you away.”

You didn’t know what to say at first, struck by the way he was acting. It was very unlike himself to display any sort of unprofessional behavior, and this was definitely not professional. You furrow your brows and hesitantly reach out to place your hand on his.

“You were doing your job. I shouldn’t have gone to the park, I knew the risks and did it anyway.” You say, trying your best to keep your beating heart under control at Hotch’s proximity.

He looked just past you, not meeting your eyes and shook his head, “I was worried I may never see you again.” Hotch seemed genuinely distraught at his own words, it made your gut twist in an unpleasant way.

“Hotch… Aaron.” The sound of his first name finally made him meet your eyes. You smiled up at him, “You’re not gonna get rid of me that easily.”

It felt tense in the room now, you were used to the team being all together, interrupting moments like these and pulling you back down to reality. But now it was just you and Hotch, and he wasn’t pulling away.

“I-“ Hotch starts, but a loud ringing cuts him off. He closes his eyes for a moment, obviously upset at the interruption, but he answers anyway. “Hotchner.” He pulls back and paces a few feet away from you.

You know that whatever was being said, it wasn’t good and by the look on Hotch’s face and the furrow of his brows, it was probably minutes before he’d be out the door. When he hung up, he looked over at you sympathetically. 

“Go on, boss. I’m good.” You say, trying to ease the stress that was evident in his frown.

Hotch’s hands twitch at his sides again and you make a mental note of it. He tends to do that when he’s considering his next move. Ultimately, he nods and strides to your front door, pausing when his hand lands on the doorknob.

“We’ll be in Pennsylvania. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to call.” Hotch says, regretfully.

“Can I call even if I don’t need anything?” You ask, trying to lighten the mood.

He gives you one of his rare smiles, “Yes, Agent.”

-

Hotch left Y/N’s apartment with a mix of emotions. He wasn’t sure if she was truly alright. Mentally, maybe, the events with Mazdin didn’t seem to wreck her emotional state, she still joked and smiled at him which was a good sign. Physically, though, was another story. 

One of her tells that Hotch caught early on when she were hired was deflection. He’d ask if she was okay, she'd ask if he was. If she answered, it was quick, as if she were afraid to elaborate too much and make herself seem suspicious. He knew that she was in pain and afraid to show it in case it affected her return to the BAU.

Y/N’s fear was unwarranted, though. Hotch was counting down the days of her return despite knowing she needed time to heal. It was difficult to leave after having spent the last week checking in on her, keeping her company.

One day when he paced outside her hospital door, unable to stay still, Y/N called out his name. “Hotch, just come in, you’re stressing me out. And I need help changing the channel.” Her voice was still strained but he could tell she was smiling. It calmed his worries about intruding on her, and from that point on he didn’t linger outside as much. 

It was still difficult to see her covered in bruises and looking at him like he was the only person she wanted to see. Her black eye was getting better, the swelling had gone down considerably, but she had a dark ring underneath that was an ever-present reminder of what happened. The lines on her neck were barely starting to fade, still an angry-red color, and the bandages surrounding her torso hid the damage beneath, but Hotch knew that bruised ribs were serious injuries. Any time he thought about it, he felt a little sick.

After everything that he’s seen in the BAU, nothing compares to having a teammate go through something that traumatic. Regardless, Hotch knew that she was recovering. Even if it wasn’t at the hospital with trained professionals, he thought bitterly.

His phone rang again as he was driving towards the office, “Hotchner.”

“I had a thought.” Y/N’s voice rang out from his speaker and his frown softened a little.

“Yes?”

“I may not be able to be in the field, but if you send me the case files I can work on it from here.”

Hotch should’ve expected that one. With a shake of his head he responds, “You need to focus on getting better, not causing yourself stress.”

“No, you don’t get it. If I’m left alone with literally nothing to do for longer than 30 minutes, I’ll lose it.” Her voice was coming out rushed, he could tell she was either pacing or tapping her fingers nervously. The image made the corners of his mouth turn up a little.

A few seconds passed with silence, Hotch debating what the best thing to do was in this situation. “If you promise to take care of yourself… I’ll have Garcia send over the paperwork within the hour.”

“Thank you thank you thank you!” Y/N said excitedly. “Oh- also, I wanted to remind you of Reid’s birthday, it’s Friday.”

Hotch laughs at that, “Yes, I did actually remember.”

“Okay great, because I was thinking the team could get together that day and celebrate. Either at the bar or maybe Rossi’s since it’s bigger…” Y/N says, sounding like she’s just thinking out loud.

“I’ll discuss it with everyone, though you really shouldn’t be leaving your home-“

“Yeah, yeah I know but you only turn 29 once and I want to see Reid’s face when I give him his “Happy 30th Birthday” card.” She replies.

Hotch tries his best not to laugh and give her the satisfaction. “Well, in that case. I’ll get back to you about it.”

“Thanks Hotch.”

-

The week actually flies by, to your pleasant surprise. You were often sat on your couch, eating some type of take-out and going over victimology of the team’s case in Lancaster, PA. The unsub was a family annihilator, targeting middle-class families and spending extra time torturing the fathers.

Without being there, you were limited to your access of information, but frequent calls to and from Garcia kept you in the loop. Ultimately, you suggested to the team that the unsub was a father himself and most likely had his children taken away from him at some point.

Of course, you were trying to keep your promise to Hotch and taking care of yourself. That mostly meant drinking at least two cups of water a day and trying your best to fall asleep once the clock read 12:00 am. That second one didn’t work out as well.

Hotch knew that you weren’t sleeping again, given the times you had called him. Since there was no time change between Virginia and Pennsylvania, it was obvious that your insomnia had crept back.

A particular call one night left a bad feeling in your stomach. It was past 1:00 am already, but you knew Hotch would still be up, working. You were proven correct when he answered on the second ring, “Hotchner.”

“I was looking over the night that the Clarkson family was murdered and I noticed something off with the children’s position in the house-“

Hotch cut you off before you could finish, “Agent L/N, you need to go to sleep. Now.” His voice was curt and a little angry, you thought.

“Hotch, I will, but listen to me-“

“No. I’ve allowed you to work remotely under the assumption that you would be prioritizing your health. Now that I know that is not your intention, I’m relieving you of this case.”

For a moment, you were speechless. You winced from the pain in your ribs as you shifted your position at the dining table. “Hotch, I am prioritizing and I have been sleeping, it’s just later in the night.” 

“I will not allow you to continuously jeopardize yourself, if need be I can and will suspend you.” His voice was monotone as always, but you sensed irritation in it. 

“Fine.” Was all you said in response, quickly ending the call and slamming your phone down onto the table in front of you. You can’t remember the last time you were this angry at Hotch. Even though it came from a place of concern, he had no idea how much worse it was for you when you had nothing to preoccupy yourself with.

The nightmares returned very soon after the Mazdin incident. In fact, they were even worse. Before, the dreams would consist of you and the team on a typical case, trying to find an unsub before the clock runs out. You would see image after image of decapitated bodies, mutilated corpses, the faces of missing children. Every time it shook you so badly, you’d wake up in a cold sweat, involuntary tears in your eyes.

After your own kidnapping, you’d dream of that basement. How this must’ve been how all those other girls had felt, terrified that they would never see sunlight again, never hug those closest to them, never have the luxury of another boring day. You’d experience the pain of that night over and over and over again. The feel of the strangers fist connecting to your stomach, face, and ribs was so real, you could practically smell the musty air and taste the blood in your mouth. 

When you were in the hospital, hopped up on painkillers and connected to an IV, you had dreamless sleeps. They felt like temporary comas and you were aching to feel that again. You could feel Hotch next to you, holding your hand and talking but you never made out what was actually being said. It was perfect.

Now, back inside your own apartment alone yet again, not even a case to distract you, the thought of sleep petrified you. You made yourself coffee, did laundry, washed dishes, even cleaned out your closet at one point. Nothing could stop the inevitability of you closing your eyes and being transported back to that night.

You were told by Garcia that the team had caught the unsub just before he was able to take out the Williams family and they were flying back Thursday night. You were glad that everyone was safe and on their way home, but it hurt that you didn’t feel like you could even talk with Hotch now.

You wanted to call and check in on him since you knew how hard he took family annihilator cases. Still, you didn’t reach for your phone. You would be seeing them all tomorrow, anyways. It was decided by Reid that Rossi’s place would be better than any public outing, so the team had made a plan to meet there at 6:00 pm Friday night.

Throughout the year, you tended to buy things for the team. Small gifts, anything that stuck out to you that someone may like, and you kept them for birthdays and holidays. So when you came across a dusty antique bookstore during one of your cases in New York several months ago, you knew you had to look around. You found the most incredibly bound and gorgeous hardback copy of ‘The Importance of Being Earnest’ by Oscar Wilde and just knew it’d make a great gift for boy-genius.

You also happened upon an old collection of classic vinyl records, with dozens of artists varying from Frank Sinatra to Harry Belafonte and you had to get it. Not for you, but you knew one very serious Unit Chief that loved oldies.

-

By the time that Friday morning rolled around, Hotch hadn’t spoken to Y/N in over 48 hours. It put him a little on edge, he was too used to seeing her every day, hearing her voice asking how he was. He knew it was his fault for snapping at her the way he did, but he couldn’t take another night of worrying about her. He had enough to deal with already.

She had called him at least twice a day every day that they were in Pennsylvania, offering some of her insight. It was welcome most of the time, especially after they’d hit a wall in their investigation. Y/N not being on the scene allowed for a unique outside perspective. But Hotch wasn’t going to allow her to compromise her health for the job.

He debated calling her several times and it just never happened. Either he would get busy or he’d rationalize that she didn’t want to hear from him, but they were all excuses. So he decided to bite the bullet and dial her number when he finally settled into his office that morning.

“L/N.” Was all she said when she finally picked up. Usually, when she noticed it was Hotch calling, she would answer the phone with a “Hey Boss” or some variation of it. The change made him look down at his desk with a frown.

“Hey…” Hotch said, completely forgetting the reason he had come up with for calling so early. “I wanted to check in with you, see how you were… will you be coming to Rossi’s tonight?” He scolds himself internally for sounding so unsure of himself.

“Well, yeah, I wouldn’t miss it.” She said as if it were obvious. He supposed it was, seeing as the get-together was her suggestion. “Was there anything else?” She asked after a minute.

Hotch wanted to ask what her pain level was, if she had actually slept since the last time they spoke, and quite a few other things, but instead he shook his head a little, “No. We’ll see you there.” He hung up quickly after that, a sinking feeling in his stomach.

Several hours of paperwork later and Hotch was finally leaving for the day. He arrived at Rossi’s mansion at 5:50 pm, noticing that he was not the first. Morgan and Prentiss’ cars were both there, and he was relieved that Y/N hadn’t shown up just yet. He was still trying to figure out what he was going to say to her.

As he rung the doorbell, he could hear talking and laughing inside. “Answer that, would you?” Rossi’s voice could be heard echoing from the kitchen. A couple seconds later he heard footsteps and then Y/N was there, holding the door open.

She was stunning. Her usual work clothes were nice and complemented her, but Hotch had never seen her like this. She wore a mid-length, off the shoulder gown with long sleeves, it was black with a lace trim. Her makeup was done but it wasn’t a lot, he suspected it was to cover up the remaining discoloration from that night. Her hair was done in a different way that he’d never seen before, and she was so gorgeous.

It took a moment before Hotch could speak, “I brought wine.” He holds the bottle out to her and she takes it with a small smile and nod. As she walks away with it towards the kitchen and he follows, he thinks about what the hell was wrong with him. 

“Ahh, Aaron, this is perfect.” Rossi says as Y/N hands him the bottle of red. “Why don’t you all take a seat, the rest of the team is on their way and the food will be ready shortly.”

Morgan and Prentiss were hovering around the island counter, also dressed up in less than casual outfits.

“What’s up man?” Morgan asks as he makes his way over to Hotch, “Didn’t you bring a gift for wonder boy?”

“Spencer’s gift is all of the paperwork he does not have to do for the next three days.” He responds, shrugging off his blazer.

“Aw, that’s sweet,” Prentiss says, “does that extend to the rest of the team?”

“What you guys get is his workload.” Hotch says with a growing smile.

A collective groan is heard as everyone takes their seats. Y/N is still in the kitchen, helping Rossi with kneading some type of dough. He tries not to glance over too often, but it’s hard not to. She’s laughing at something Rossi’s said and the smile on her face is infectious. 

Hotch notices how she’s still favoring her right side, moving only when she has to. Her breathing is controlled and her posture is purposefully casual. She’s certainly gotten better since the last time he’s seen her, but she’s not fully healed and he resists the urge to go speak to her about it.

“So, what’s for dinner?” Emily asks.

Y/N responds before Rossi can, “Burrata Caprese Gnocchi with balsamic bruschetta and garlic bread.” She shares a look with Rossi who smiles at her.

“Sounds amazing.” Emily says just as the doorbell rings.

JJ, Penelope, and Reid were all at the door, which Hotch answered this time, beating Y/N to it. 

“There’s the birthday boy!” Derek said, getting up to give Spencer a hug.

“I really don’t think the word ‘boy’ accurately describes my age anymore.” He replies, returning the hug a little hesitantly. 

“Ah, come on Spence, you’re still the second youngest agent in the team.” JJ says, pointedly looking at Y/N from where she still stood in the kitchen.

“Hey, I am not much younger than him.” She says defensively. Hotch smiles at the interaction.

“Well, regardless,” Penelope cuts in, taking Reid’s arm in hers, “you are still the residing genius of the BAU, myself excluded.”

“Well, thank you very much.” Hotch hears Spencer mutter as he’s dragged along to the dining room with everyone else.

Rossi commanded that everyone help set the table as the last bit of dinner was being prepared. Y/N was moving around seemingly effortlessly, stirring something in a pot and then pulling bread out of the oven. Hotch thought she looked very graceful, until she must’ve turned the wrong way and she stilled completely.

Y/N clutched the edge of the counter like she had back at her apartment last week and Hotch stopped passing plates around. He watched as she excused herself to the restroom and after a second of deliberating, he followed.

The light underneath the bathroom door was on and Hotch knocked on it lightly, “Y/N?” There was no response for a minute. “Hey, are you okay? Please open the door.”

Another few seconds went by with no sound and he was thinking maybe he should just go back to the dining room when the door unlocked and swung open a fraction. Hotch took that as an invitation to open it fully and walk in.

Y/N was leaning against the bathroom sink, hand on her side and eyes closed. “What do you need?” He asks, hands clenching at his sides, not sure if he should reach out and touch her.

“Um…” Her breath shakes slightly, “If you could, my bag has my medication, I left it out there.”

“Of course. I’ll be right back.” It took Hotch less than a minute to go out into the living area, find her bag with the painkillers and bring them back to the bathroom. He knocks twice before entering, “Here.”

“Thank you.” Y/N says, taking them with a mouthful of tap water.

“How’s the pain?” It’s a long shot that she’ll even continue speaking to him, but Hotch doesn’t feel like leaving her alone like this.

“Uh, a 6.” She looks at him finally, and his frown deepens. She’s never actually gone past 5, and he knew 5 was bad. “It’s okay, really, I think I just strained my side while cooking.”

Hotch nods, but he doesn’t feel reassured. “Well, I’ll help you to the table, and please don’t move again unless you have to.” He thinks that she wants to argue but that would take energy she doesn’t have, so she allows him to wrap an arm around her waist. She leans against him and he inhales her scent, it’s warm and sweet, like cinnamon he thinks.

If anyone noticed the way the two of them walked out together, no one said anything. The team wasn’t oblivious, they knew Y/N was in pain as well, and that she wouldn’t want to speak about it. Especially tonight when it was about celebrating a fellow teammate.

Hotch set her down in a seat directly next to him, his hand lingering where it had been a moment before. Rossi was passing around the main course and the conversation had been redirected to Spencer’s weekend plans.

“I’ll be in Vegas for the next couple days. I’ve been meaning to visit my mom but haven’t really had the time.” He says as he grabs two pieces of garlic bread.

“That’s nice.” Emily says, taking a sip of her wine. “I would rather be working than visit my mother on my birthday.”

“Cheers to that,” Rossi says, also taking a sip.

Everyone raises their glasses, Y/N included. Her face gives no indication that the movement bothers her at all. She takes a sip and rests the glass back down where she starts tapping nervously on it and Hotch knows the meds haven’t kicked in just yet.

“Time for gifts!” Penelope yells excitedly and claps her hands, getting up from her spot after everyone had finished with their meals.

Y/N makes a move to stand up, but Hotch catches her wrist before she can. He shakes his head and says, low enough so that no one else can hear, “Don’t even think about it.”

She gives him a look but doesn’t try to shift out of her seat again. His hand stays on her for a moment longer under the table and she doesn’t try to pull away.

“Well then, would you mind grabbing the gift I brought over on the counter?” Y/N practically whispers.

Hotch has to clear his throat before responding, “Of course.” He’s up in a second, already missing the warm contact. He locates the present with white wrapping paper that was covered in gold stars, attached to it was a card that said “You’re 30!” on the cover with a picture of an cartoon senior citizen underneath the text. The sight made him laugh under his breath.

“Open mine first, please.” JJ says, handing over a rather large bag to Reid.

As he grabs it, Hotch takes his spot back next to Y/N. Spencer is ripping out the tissue paper until he reaches the gift. He pulls it out with a gasp, “Ohhh no way.”

In his hands is a model replica of the USS Enterprise from Star Trek, and by the way he was holding it, it seemed fairly heavy. Hotch smiled at the Doctor’s reaction and noticed that Y/N did too. The corners of her eyes crinkled with her grin and he wanted to lean down, just a few inches so that he could come face-to-face with her. He thought about brushing her hair out of her face, behind her ear. He would tilt her head back until she couldn’t go any further, then lean down closer, closer…

Hotch was snapped out of his thoughts by Y/N’s voice. “That one’s from me and Aaron.”

He looked at Spencer, who had the gift in his hands. “I am not thirty years old.” He tossed the offending card down onto the table and the sound of laughter filled the room from everyone.

“Is there something wrong with being thirty?” Derek asks, feigning offense.

“No, I’m just stating the fact that I am not actually thirty years old, I have another 364 days before I reach that milestone, in fact-“

“Just open the present!” Emily says, laughing.

“Okay.” Reid does as he’s told and unfolds the wrapping paper carefully. When he’s done, a hardcover book lays in his hands, but Hotch can’t make out the title. It seemed to make Spencer very happy though, if his widening smile was any indication. “Where did you find this!”

“New York, that case where we were snowed into our hotel and couldn’t leave for an extra week. Gave us time to look around.” Y/N said, making brief eye contact with Hotch. She was keeping up the ruse that he had helped in picking out Reid’s gift.

“You know, out of all of Oscar Wilde’s books, I’ve read this one the most,” Finally Hotch could make out the title ‘The Importance of Being Earnest,’ “it’s actually very short but it’s masterfully done, almost no other author compares from this century.”

“You’ve mentioned it a few times.” Y/N says.

“Thank you both, very much. This is great.” Spencer replies. 

Hotch tries not to look at her again, he’s not sure what he’ll do if he does. His professional nature was slipping with each sip of wine.

Another few minutes of Reid opening gifts goes by and they were all very thoughtful. Rossi gave him a new suit jacket, Italian made of course. From Garcia, he received several doctor who related items including the full series on blue-ray. Emily got him an iPod, mostly so that he would stop playing his music out loud on long car rides, she explained. Lastly, Derek stated that his friendship was gift enough. Though, later Hotch discovered Morgan had already given Reid a certificate for an all-expenses paid stay at a resort in the Bahamas which was run by a good friend of his.

The night ended on a good note, everyone was buzzed and in deep conversation. Hotch never left Y/N’s side. She seemed to be doing significantly better than earlier, no longer wincing at every move and engaging with the teams banter.

As everyone started to trickle out, Hotch turned towards her. “Do you need a ride?” He hadn’t noticed her car when he got here and it was unlikely that she could drive home in her state anyway.

“Oh, Emily drove me-“ Y/N said, looking around for their friend, who was nowhere to be found.

“I don’t mind, your apartment’s on the way.” Hotch replied, hoping she would say yes. He needed just a few more minutes with her. She looked up at him like she was debating it, eventually pursing her lips and nodding.

“Okay, thank you.”

The two of them said their goodbyes to those remaining, Y/N gave Spencer a hug and wished him Happy Birthday once more before they made their way outside towards Hotch’s car.

Hotch made sure to keep an eye on the way she moved, ready to support her if she needed, but it was unnecessary, she seemed to be fine. He made his way over to the passenger side door and opened it swiftly.

Y/N laughs a little, “Such a gentleman.”

Hotch smiles back and closes the door after she’s settled. Once they’re on the road, he remembers everything that he’s been meaning to say.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know?” He says lightheartedly.

“Do what?” She asks with that little crease between her brows. His hand tightened around the steering wheel just slightly.

“The gift for Spencer. I had no idea about it.”

“Oh, right… Well the no paperwork thing was nice. I know he appreciates it.” She says with a smile. This is torture, Hotch thinks. She’s so close to him, literally less than a foot but he can’t do anything. 

“About the phone call-“

“Hotch, don’t, I already know.” Y/N says, as if she was expecting this conversation all night. “I know I still have five days until my evaluation and if tonight was any indication, I’m still not really to be in the field yet.”

He was glad that she knew that, at least. But his intention wasn’t to scold her all the way back to her home, “Y/N, please let me… I didn’t mean to insinuate that your help wasn’t appreciated on this last case, it was.” She doesn’t say anything in response, just looks over at him with questioning eyes. “I need you to know that everything I do, everything, is for the well-being of this team.”

“I know that, Hotch-“

“Then you know that I would do anything for you.” He cuts her off, but doesn’t take take his eyes off the road, even for a second.

The tension in the car feels high, but Hotch can’t tell if only he can feel it. The seconds that go by without Y/N’s response is agonizing.

“I do know that.” Her voice is softer, almost far away. “And I would do anything for you.”

The words make his shoulder’s slump in relief, he dares to glance her way. She’s looking at him in a way he’s never seen before, a little sad maybe, but smiling. He’s tempted to pull the car over to the side of the road for a few minutes.

“You just passed my place.” Y/N says then.

“I know.”

[softxsuki]

i love the aesthetic of your blog so much and you’re an incredibly talented writer!! your works are super comforting to me and i always look forward to seeing them in my feed. i’ve read your note as well & you’re so thoughtful trying to create content for people having a tough time. i appreciate you! :)

i was wondering if you could do something with jean kirschtein helping a reader fall asleep and/or just being comforting and taking care of them when they’re sad or not feeling well/fatigued? i would love to see this as a oneshot and leaning romantic and fem!reader but as the writer please take the liberty to do what’s easiest or most comfortable for you!! i saw you have a lot of requests pending so if you can’t get to this, i completely understand and no worries!! thank u so much <33 have a wonderful week 🤍

Jean Helps S/O Fall Asleep

Pairing: Jean x Fem!Reader

Warnings: slight kissing, feeling anxious, not being able to sleep

Genre: Fluff, Comfort (kinda)

Post-Type: Oneshot (surprisingly)

Word Count: 1k

Summary: In which you sneak to the men's barracks to find Jean after struggling to fall asleep at night

[A/N: Oh wow hi! Thank you so much for the compliment. My blog theme is different now, but I hope you still like it JEKAFE. I finally got to your request, I just hope you're still around to read it (lemme know if you are <3) I hope I did alright. For some reason I suck so bad at writing for Jean. I'm working on it though T-T. Hope you're doing well, enjoy <3]

It was dark as light snores filled the room; yet you were still very much awake. No matter how long you kept your eyes closed, sleep never came. Was it the anxiety that filled your heart, wondering when you’d all have to go into action? Or was it the little issues in your life that kept popping back into your mind, making you restless? There were an endless number of possibilities, yet you couldn’t pinpoint which one it was exactly. For all you knew it could have been a mixture of all those things and more.

It was way past curfew and you knew going to the men’s barracks would probably get you into a lot of trouble if Levi or any of your other superiors caught you, but you needed to see your boyfriend, Jean. Having met him through the Survey Corps, you’d been together for a few years now and Jean very quickly became the one you relied on the most. If anyone could help bring peace to your restless mind so you could get some sleep, it would be him. So, you sneak out of your bed, careful not to wake Sasha who was asleep in the bunk above you; she’d definitely be too loud if you woke her accidentally. 

Slipping on your boots, you sneak out of the woman’s barracks and head towards the men’s barracks which wasn’t too far away, though you had to avoid being spotted from a few soldiers that were keeping watch, nothing crazy though. You could feel your heart beating in your chest, anxious to be caught, yet desperate and excited to be in Jean’s arms. 

As soon as you successfully make it into the men’s barracks, you head straight for Jean’s bed. Thankfully he had a lower bunk so you wouldn’t have to worry about climbing up a ladder to get to him. The smell of man hits your nose, making you scrunch your nose slightly–it wasn’t the most pleasant scent, but it would have to do. 

When you spot Jean, he’s peacefully asleep, and you debate whether you should wake him up or not. He worked hard during the day, carrying heavy items around the base and training so he can always be in his best condition when the time comes. You felt guilty–why couldn’t you just handle this alone? There was no reason to bother him about it and ruin his own rest. You sigh before turning back around to go back to your own barracks, when a voice stops you.

“Babe? What’s wrong?” It was Jean.

Turning back around, you see him sitting up now with his eyes opened slightly as he watches you.

“Nothing! Don’t worry about it, go back to sleep, baby,” you whisper to him and go to continue walking away, but you feel him grab your arm and pull you into his bed. 

“C’mon, tell me. I know you didn’t just come here to watch me sleep and then leave. Unless you did, that would be really weird,” he jokes, speaking softly as to not awaken the guys around him.

You crack a smile at that. Already you were feeling a little less anxious and more relaxed than you were in your own bed. Leaning back into his chest as his arms wrap around you, he holds you tightly, waiting for you to speak.

“I just…couldn’t sleep,” you admit, feeling a little childish now that you said it out loud. So what if you couldn’t sleep? Was that any reason to go running to him? (um yes, duh)

But Jean thought otherwise. “Then I better fix that, huh?” You can hear the smile in his tone as he leans in to press a kiss to the top of your head. “Come lie down.”

And you do. Squished together on the tiny twin bed, you both lie down, while Jean keeps his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close into his chest as he presses several kisses to your face now, leaving the last kiss on your lips with a hum. 

“Close your eyes and take deep breaths,” he instructs quietly, his fingers running mindlessly through your hair, leaning in a little further every now and then to massage your scalp in hope to help you relax. “Everything’s okay. You’re safe, you’re loved, and most importantly, you have me here to hold you.”

Deciding to listen to him, yet already feeling a lot more sleepy now that you were in his arms cuddled up together, you take a deep breath and close your eyes, following his breathing as the sensation of his fingers in your hair, helps you fall deeper and deeper into a relaxed state. His comforting words sink into your mind, replacing and quieting down your restless thoughts.

“Good girl,” Jean whispers in your ear, now closing his own eyes as you both breathe deeply together, a comfortable silence falling over you. You cuddle closer to him before drifting off to dreamland, your dreams full of Jean and your hopefully bright future together. 

…

You don’t even remember when you fell asleep, but you did. Opening your eyes first thing in the morning, you didn’t expect to hear hushed giggles or the sight of all your male comrades hovered over you with sly smiles on their faces.

“Had fun?” Eren teases with a smirk, never missing an opportunity to get under Jean’s skin. 

“Oh shut up, as if none of you haven’t done this before,” Jean finally opens his own eyes, and shoo’s everyone away, turning to you and kissing you. “Morning my love.”

You felt your face go hot as the guys around you whistled, but the sudden commotion didn’t help as Levi entered the barracks to tell everyone to quiet down, and unfortunately spotted the two of you in bed together. It was very obvious that you had spent the night with Jean, a clear violation of the Survey Corp rules, and Levi was definitely not pleased.

You’re both punished with extra chores and running laps before dinner, not being allowed to eat until all 100 laps are done. Though being able to spend the night with your boyfriend and have the best sleep you’d had in a while was more than worth it. You were already planning your future trip to the men’s barracks to do it again, even if it meant running more laps and annoying Levi.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 7/27/2023

[obey-only-me]

The Avatar of Love by: Akuzondelivery

- Asmo and MC have a Self Care day

You dragged your feet along the road back to the House of Lamentation. It’s been a BAD day. Just the worst. Bombed a presentation, made a professor angry, got yelled at by a hall monitor, and to top it off you sat on a bench with wet paint on it.  The brothers were at a student council meeting this evening that would run late, you would be alone all night. On one hand you’ll have the privacy to cry about it, on the other...you’re going to miss their usual distraction. 

Your room seemed like years away but you made it, sighing loudly as you leaned against the front door. As you headed toward the stairs the DDD in your pocket received a notification. 

Asmo: Hey gorgeous! I saw you walking home, you look so sad. What’s wrong?

Awww you thought. Quickly responding to ease his mind. He has more important things to do. 

MC: Just a rough day, I'm home now so I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me. :)

After hitting send you made your way up the rest of the stairs and to your room. Another notification came through. 

Asmo: Fuck that, I’m leaving student council early. 

Asmo: Let's have a nice self care night together!

MC: You can’t just leave council like that can you?

The sentiment was nice but Asmo shouldn’t leave if he needs to be there. The three dots began pending immediately. 

Asmo: They have 6 out of 7 brothers, Diavolo will be fine. 

Asmo: But I won’t be knowing you’ve got a solid frown on your lips. 

Asmo: I'm heading home now! Take a quick shower and meet me in my room in 30!

Asmo: And wear some comfy pajamas!

You laughed to yourself, there was no denying Asmo when it came to pampering himself or you. With a soft smile you sigh and do just as he said. The hot water and scented soaps helped ease some of the day away. Just after stepping from the shower you saw you had another message from Asmo.

Asmo: On second thought, wear sexy pajamas. 

Your cheeks flushed a little as you laughed off his usual flirting. Asmo is such a tease. But that’s something you like about him. 

After finding your comfiest pajamas-ignoring his last request- you headed over to Asmodeus’s room. You knocked 3 times, hearing Asmo’s voice answer. 

“It’s not locked MC, come on in!”

His room was in its usual state with the exception of a bathrobe, slippers, and beauty products spilling over his bed. Human world, celestial realm, and Devildom products were everywhere. Your eyes bulged as you took in the cluttered mess. Asmo had just walked out of his closet, donning a bathrobe of his own, bare chest peeking out, hair pinned back. 

“There you are! I brought out the best of the best as you can see.” Asmo’s smile showed how proud he was. “Let’s get you a robe and some slippers!”

After putting the robe over your clothes and allowing Asmo to pin your hair back, the pampering session began. The two of you used a Devildom toner and celestial realm paper sheet mask. It was like each of your pores were getting tiny moisturized hugs. You gave him an impromptu manicure while waiting for your foot mask to finish. Asmo returned the favor by painting your nails and making a quick dinner. After that there were only a few more products left and you both indulged. The whole thing was so relaxing you had forgotten about what had even put you in a bad mood to begin with. 

Before you knew it, it was already 8 pm and the brothers still weren’t home. You managed to clean up Asmo’s place and made your way back to your room. You both were winding down watching a movie after taking the night to pamper each other. Asmo sat at the edge of your bed as you laid on your stomach on the floor. The movie was about to reach a rather corny and romantic conclusion when Asmo sank down next to you on the floor. 

“I hope you’ve had a good night. I know I have.” He said with a smile. 

“I did! You really spoiled me today. Thank you.” You smiled back, noticing he was a lot closer to you than earlier. The slack collar on his robe barely covered his chest. A warm presence came with his joining you on the floor. 

“I should thank you! I don’t get to spend much time alone with you thanks to my brothers.” Asmo shook his head remembering the constant whining from his brothers. “They just don’t get it.”

“Get it? Get what?”

He was silent for a moment. 

“I like to think...if I hadn’t become the avatar of lust...if I hadn’t left the celestial realm...” Asmo trailed off, shaking his head after pausing. “Nevermind, I’m just happy to have spent time with you.” He tried to hide behind a quick smile. 

“Asmo...tell me?” You sat up so that you two were eye level. “We got to share a lot tonight, I’d hate it if you feel you can’t trust me.”

“Oh darling! Nothing like that, just...I’ve never told my brothers. But...I like to think if I had stayed in the celestial realm...I would have been the avatar of love…”

His smile was so pure and innocent, you blushed. “There are so many ways to express love, and only so many ways to express lust. Like tonight, I got to share with you one of the many ways I show love.”

“L-love?” There was no hiding the flush from your face. Asmo’s face was getting closer and closer. His lips seemed pouty and sweet. Suddenly you couldn’t look away. This wasn’t his enchantment, nothing felt forced here. 

“Yes, love.” An earnest look met your gaze as time slowed down a moment. Your heartbeat was so loud you could have sworn he could hear it too. Noses gently grazed each other just before you closed your eyes, anticipating his soft kiss. 

“MC~” came Asmo’s teasing voice, you opened yours to meet his beautiful rose gold eyes. Once he had your attention he placed a kiss right on your lips. He lingered a moment before pulling away with a confident smirk. 

“My brothers are here, so I regretfully can’t stay longer.” He stood, time to go, but not before running his hands through your hair. 

“Goodnight MC, I hope we can do this again soon. Even if you have a good day.”

As soon as the door closed behind him you heard the other brothers arrive. 

“Asmo!! You better not be doing anything to MC you snake!” Mammon could be heard shouting as he raced upstairs. 

“You got out of the worst meeting yet!” Followed Satan’s voice. “Your errand better have been important!”

And with that, you laid down trying to sleep, only to keep thinking about Asmo and the perfect date you two just had. 

[football-and-fanfics]

Sooooooo..... this week I experienced a writer's worst nightmare (or, actually, just anyone's worst nightmare)😥 Apparently we had a computer virus infecting our network at work last week. It got picked up on too late by our IT department, and my personal Google account (which I usually log onto to check my emails during my break) got hacked into and thoroughly f-ed up. Not only did I lose half my emails, I also lost a fuckload (excuse the language😁) of writing which was on my Google Drive.

But, to me, maybe the worst of it all, was that I lost all forms with all your lovely requests😭😭 I still have some exports on the hard drive of my own laptop with about 80% of the requests from the Smut and Bromance prompts, so consider those salvaged🙏 But apart from a dozen half-finished requests sitting in my drafts and a few in the Tumblr inbox, all other requests have been lost.... Trust me, I can cry a river (HAVE cried a river tbh 😥)

This unfortunately means that all pending requests from the Request an Imagine form, the massive prompts list from a few months ago, ánd the photo prompts requests have been lost forever.

The IT lads at work have been amazing at helping me trying to secure as much as possible, but even they could not retrieve much. They set me up with massive security for my Google account now though, so it's now "better protected than the Pentagon".😄 As is our network at work now I may hope 😉🙃

The Christmas/Winter prompts list from today is safe, since this was set up after this entire ordeal. I've already re-written the Request an Imagine form, so that's up and running again and safe to use.

So, if you've made a request which has not been posted yet, please be so kind to send it in again via this link. And since most prompts requests have been lost: anyone up for a new prompts list maybe Friday night or in the weekend?😇 Btw, this is the link to the new Request an Imagine form. I have updated the link in all the places I could think of, but it might be possible I forgot it somewhere. If you come across it, just let me know.

[original-siphon]

"Bored" - Elijah Mikaelson

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Warning: Smut, oral (female recieving), mentions of captivity. Long? And not proofread.

A/n: It's 3 in the morning and I can't sleep. Also I've got nothing better to do than writing so here you go witnessing me expressing my love for the certain original.

*yes I'm aware that I have 2 fics pending right now, but whatever. I'll post this one first.*

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You remember correctly, you were out with a few friends, having drinks. You just went to grab another round of shots, but when you came back, all of your friends were gone. Puzzled, you looked around and got startled when you saw a man almost right behind you. "Y/n Y/l/n," the man exclaimed in his British accent. "Yes, I'm her," your voice was just a bit above whisper, "Who are you?"

"I'm Klaus Mikaelson," his smile was sly, which somewhat got you creeped out, "and I'm here to abduct you."

With that, he turned you around by your arms, pulling you into his chest. One of his arms snaked around your waist to keep you in place while the other went up to hold your mouth and nose tightly. You tapped on his arm multiple times so that he lets go, but instead, you smelled something in his palm and that got you dizzy. Next think you knew was your vision getting darker by moments and then... black.

You remembered everything as you woke up on a strange bed, in a strange room. It was dark, you could still make out the details, as your eyes set on the doorway. You took a leap out of the bed as you ran to the doors only to find them locked. It didn't surprise you though, you were abducted, obviously you were going to be locked in a room. But that didn't keep you from banging on the doors. "Hello? Anyone? Let me out of here! Please let me out!" You kept banging on the doors till your hands hurt. Few sobs left your mouth as you stopped banging, helplessness setting over, "Please, tell me what you want. Don't keep me here, please. Someone get me out." You fell on your knees, tears now freely ran down your cheeks. This guy, Klaus Mikaelson, you've never heard of him. You couldn't understand whatever would he want from you. Thoughts kept running in your head as you leaned against the wall beside the doorways, pulling your knees close. You heard footsteps suddenly, that caught your attention and you whipped your head towards the doors in hopes that someone might let you out. And that happened. You heard the lock getting opened from outside, and the doors creaked open, letting rays of lights into the room.

You got up, and looked at the man who just unlocked you. He wasn't the man from before, the one that kidnapped you. He looked gentlemanly, wore a neat suit, and approached you with a kind voice, "Y/n?"

Even this man knew your name, you felt disturbed by the fact that you didn't know what was going on. "Why am I here," you spoke your thoughts, voice crocky, "why was I kidnapped?" You took a breath to calm your rapid beating heart, "Who are you people? What do you want?"

"I'm Elijah Mikaelson and I get you have a lot of questions, Y/n," his voice was calm and smooth, "and we plan to answer them. Would you like to come downstairs, we can discuss further in there?" His words were more like a statement, and too stern to be a request. You nodded, you knew there's no point in refusing. Anything to get some answers, some explanation for this.

You followed Elijah down the stairs to see two guys and a girl gathered in the huge living room. You took in the scene before you, a house with vintage decor, large staircase and a fireplace in the massive sized living room. Even though you were just kidnapped and kept here, you couldn't help but admire the house, it was beautiful. Your trance broke as you stepped down the last stair, you saw the man who had kidnapped you earlier. "You..." you trailed off, meeting the man's eyes, "you kidnapped me. You're Klaus."

"Yes love, I did," Klaus turned fully to face you, sly smile returned to his face, "because you are currently of huge use to us."

"Use?" Your question blurted out of your mouth, with the same amount of disbelief and confusion that you were feeling right now.

"Brother here means that we need a favour from you," the lady in the room spoke, so you turned your gaze to her, "I'm Rebekah, and I'm sorry for my brother's ill manners. It could have been done without kidnapping you, I'm sure."

"What sort of favour?" You questioned again, nothing made sense.

"Nothing harmful, darling," the other man in the room said with a cocky and charming smile, "we just need a bit of your blood. Oh and by the way, I'm Kol."

"Blood?" You exclaimed, heart beating fast again, "what do you mean?" You felt dizzy from this creepy information you got. This lot kidnapped you to get your blood. As you tried to process whatever you just heard, your knees gave up and you felt yourself faint. But right before you could seize to the floor, large arms wrapped around you, steadying you back on your feet. It was Elijah. "I suppose we could have this conversation without scaring the girl, brother. " He didn't let go of you, instead helped you sit on an armchair.

"Agreed, brother," you heard Rebekah say, as your eyes were glued to the floor before you, mind running a thousand miles.

"We should enlighten this poor girl about our needs now, and I suggest we do so without making her uncomfortable."

You looked up at her, then Klaus, then Kol, and then back at Elijah. All of them were looking at you, and you could tell you were now going to get some actual answers, not the vague ones.

And that's exactly what happened. After an hour of a very mind crumbling conversation, you came to know about the supernatural world, how the people in front of you weren't only vampires but the first ones, making each of them a thousand years old. You tried your best to wrap your head around everything, in which you succeeded.

"So let me get this straight," your voice was a little more confident than before, "you are original vampires which makes you pretty much indestructible except for some ancient dagger you just found out about, that was made by my witch ancestors, and to destroy it you'll need my blood?"

"Precisely," Klaus hissed, "and make no mistake, we'll take your blood to get the job done. With or without your kindest consent."

That made you gulp. Klaus just threatened to hurt to if you didn't go along with the plan, to say you were scared to your core was the least. And your face conveyed your emotions pretty clearly when you met his eyes.

"Come on, Nik," Kol chimed up, "I thought we weren't trying to scare the girl?"

"We don't," you heard Elijah spoke from where he sat now, "we're not trying to scare you, Y/n, neither would we need to harm you in the process. As we explained, it is important for us to use your blood to destroy the weapon that is a threat to our family. I hope you understand our obligation to bring you here and ask for the favour."

"Yes I understand," you were still scared, but at the moment you needed to make it clear that they don't need to harm you, "if a few drops of my blood can help you guys and get me out of here then you don't have to ask too many times, you can surely have it."

"It's settled then," Klaus smiled again, sending a chill down your bones, "glad we're on the same page, love."

You huffed, you were so ready to just give your blood and get out of there, so you asked, "When do you need it?"

"I'm afraid we still have to retrieve the dagger yet," Rebekah replied with a sigh, "and the ritual happens on a full moon night, which means 12 days later from today."

"12 days!?" Annoyance was audible in your exclamation, "And what am I supposed to do till then? Just stay here locked up?"

"I'm sorry, love," Rebekah's voice was regardless, "but that is what is going to happen, we'll have to hold you captive here."

You opened your mouth and raised your hands up, but no words came out.

"What she meant was," Elijah's words were sincere, that made you look up to him to hear him complete the sentence, "you can enjoy your stay here at the mansion as our honorable guest."

"Are you serious," your voice was low and calm, "is there no other way?"

Disappointment settled in your guts when you heard his reply, "I'm afraid, no."

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It's been a week since you started staying in the compound, as an honourable guest. You didn't have to do anything all day, just wake up, sit around, eat, sleep and repeat. You were tired of the routine, so no one could blame you when you started roaming around the mansion at 3 in the morning. A brownie in hand, you walked down the hall just staring at anything and everything.

When you walked towards the living room, a voice startled you, "What are you doing up so late?"

With an audible yelp, you whipped your entire body with a jump in the direction of the voice, finding a nonchalant, casual Elijah. He wore only a shirt and a pair of dress pants, jacket discarded and sleeves rolled up. Your eyes fixated on the bourbon filled glass in his hand that he twirled occasionally. You were silent for too long as you realised, so to break it you whispered, "I couldn't sleep."

His eyes showed a glimpse of amusement and he raised his brows, signalling you to continue, "I was hungry and bored."

His lips quirked up in a small smirk. "Explains the brownie."

You suddenly became concious about the chocolate stains that smeared across your lips, and started rubbing your mouth. And at that you definitely saw his smirk grow bigger. "And what are you doing up at this time?"

He simply looked into your eyes, "I couldn't sleep either, but for different reasons."

"May I ask what is it?" You knew you were just stringing the conversation now.

"I won't bother you with those." His reply was curt, but polite enough so you dropped it.

"So I've eaten, not hungry anymore. But I'm still bored, suggest what should I do?" You genuinely didn't know what to do next, you wouldn't sleep that's for sure.

"Join me," he said with a glint of question, "I'll finish this drink on the terrace, you can keep me company."

You sat side by side on the patio couch placed on the spacious terrace. Elijah was content drinking his bourbon quietly, while you couldn't help but talk out of boredom.

"I have to ask," you slowly turned to face him, "what's kol's speciality?"

"What do you mean?" He turned to you in return, swirling his drink.

"I mean Klaus paints, Rebekah has an impeccable fashion taste, you play music, what does kol do?" Elijah heard the plain curiosity in your voice, that eased him up a bit and thus he let himself slip into a pointless conversation with you.

"He.. well if we don't consider killing then I'd say he has a talent for writing."

The way he put it earned a chuckle from you, "Oh? That's nice."

"Yes," he smiled at you in return, "he writes good poetry."

"Well then we should wake him up and make him recite a few of them!" The idea suddenly popped in your head and seemed too good to be ignored.

"It's three in the morning, dear," hiding a laugh Elijah tried to reason with you, "did you not hear the part where I said he has a speciality in killing?"

"He won't kill me for wanting to hear his writings, come on." You plopped a little back into the couch, wondering.

"He will." His reply was short, but accompanied a fit of laughter he couldn't control anymore.

"Well he can't," you laughed in return, "I mean not yet. I'm special, remember?"

"That you certainly are." Elijah looked at you with a glint in his eyes, conveying something you couldn't put your finger on. "So tell me, what do you do?"

"I... well a bit of both painting and music. I do both of them." His question made you realise you long has it been since you pursued any hobby of yours.

"Really? So you just sing or do you play any instruments?" Curiosity even got better of him, now he was genuinely interested in getting to know you as it seemed.

"I play the guitar," you say quietly.

"Guitar? Nice." Something about that look he gave made you believe he plays the guitar too.

"You know how to play a guitar, don't you? I mean you are a thousand years old, you've had a lot of time to practice," you said, surprised and not surprised at the same time, and continued, "Especially you're a vampire, you have enough strength to play the Barre chords effortlessly. I'm human and I can't play them. Look at me, so pathetic, complaining about Barre chords of all things."

You let out a long and hearty laugh, even clutching your stomach in the end. You were so focused on how funny you felt that you missed the way Elijah looked at you, with complete and utter adoration.

"I think it's cute." His voice pulled you out of your trance slowly, making you look at him. You noticed how he looked at you, and felt a pull when Elijah tugged your hair behind your ear out of nowhere.

"Cute?" Your voice got a lot quieter now, shy even.

"Yes, why," he asked a frown creasing his forehead as he looked deep into your eyes.

"I don't know," you fought hard to get your words out straight and to not focus on Elijah's fingers caressing your hair, "cute sounds so different on your lips."

"And why so," he asked, inching dangerously close now.

"Because you're so suave," for a moment you allowed yourself to forget everything that was going on in this world and just look into his chocolate hued irises, "Cute sounds just so quirky when you say it."

"Suave?" His voice was barely a whisper, as he inched even closer, squinting his eyes at your comment.

Your breath hitched when you realised just how close you were right now, and that didn't go unnoticed by the man in front of you, so he tugged your hair behind your ear again.

"You keep doing that." Your tone was a question and an acknowledgement that you liked it.

"I can't help but," he tilted his head slightly, as if taking you in "you look beautiful."

That sent heat right down your core, a moan escaped your lips "Oh come on."

"I'm serious," his breath fanned on your lips, "You know your lips are so soft." He slided his thumb across your lips, and you distractedly licked your lips, your tongue brushing his thumb slightly.

You weren't taken aback, you were just fused. So the question came out bluntly enough when you said, "Oh my god, are you going to kiss me?"

Elijah froze visibly, eyes going slightly wide, "I was going to," he backed away a bit, "till you ruined the moment."

You immediately regretted what you did, "Oh, I mean you can you know," you stuttered, "I won't mind."

"You wouldn't, sure?" His eyes glinted with hope again and you loved it. You loved the effect your words had on him.

Slowly smiling, you looked down and uttered, "Yes, because I'm bored." You looked back up at him and immediately regretted your words once again. Elijah was visibly taken aback now as he said "You'd let me kiss you because you're bored?"

You knew you had to do something, say something to repair the situation. God you just wanted to kiss him. You shouldn't have interrupted him in the first place. What were you thinking?

"When you put it like that..." you slowly mumbled, thinking of saying something clever somehow before you blurted your thoughts out, "I mean yes, it gives me something to do."

"What?" Elijah was openly confused now, waiting for an explanation, so you gave him that.

"I get like this when I'm bored," you tried to shift closer, "I get open to do anything interesting." Your eyes looked into his perfectly chocolatey hues, which turned a shade darker at your words.

"Anything?" He asked, his voice low and husky. You knew what he meant and that got your heart racing again.

"Well that was more suggestive than just a kiss," you said breathily, your eyes moved in between his eyes and his lips.

"I mean it does give you something interesting to do," his hands found its way to your lower jawline, both of your eyes locked, "Plus it'll be a good opportunity to see my room, to see if my bed is comfortable." He tried his best to convince you, you thought. But you didn't even need to be convinced, you were ready. But admitting that out loud is something you never did. So when you tried, your voice weakened noticably, "I.. think so.."

"Don't think too much," he reasoned, his voice an octave lower, "You're bored and you're just doing something about that, okay?"

"Okay," it didn't take you too much time to agree, you thought, "I just can't believe I'm going to have a one night stand with a thousand years old vampire!"

Blurting your thoughts out loud again, yes that's what you did. It earned you a stern, reprimanding look from Elijah, "You keep ruining the moment, dear. Now come on before you ruin it too much." With that he grabbed your wrist, got you up and dragged you downstairs to his bedroom.

He closed the door without letting go of the grip on your wrist. Then in a split second he shoved you on his bed, and started to unbutton his shirt. You followed in suit, getting rid of your satin slip and lacey red bra. He started climbing on top of you slowly and captured your lips with his once he reached you. His hands travelled around your body hungrily. He moved to kiss your jawline, then your neck and found your sweet spot. He sucked and bit you there, and from the feeling of it, you knew there was gonna be a huge hickey.

Your core throbbed with need as your hands tangled in his hair. His lips moved lower, his large hand coming up to cup your breast. He growled, the sound reverberating in his chest and sending shivers down your spine. You kicked off your shoes, him doing the same to be rid of them.

A moan slipped from between your lips at his praise, and you smiled. His hair was messy now, his face flushed with lust. His hand reached up again to fondle your breasts, his lips wrapping around your nipple as his tongue flicked over it, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud and sending the arousal straight to your core. You were already so wet, your panties soaked and sticking uncomfortably to your body.

Your arched your back in a moan, Elijah's name falling off of your lips. He switched sides, his hand squeezing you as he adored your body. "Fuck, yes," you gasped.

His tongue dragged down your chest and belly, his teeth leaving marks along your skin. His hands pulled your panties off of you, throwing your legs over his shoulders. He looked up at you, a silence question in those hungry eyes.

A smirk graced his lips, "You're so beautiful, babygirl." That nickname pushed you over your edge, you knew you needed him right now. He took the hint as his lips wrapped around your wet pussy, hot tongue meeting hot flesh as he began to devour you. You almost screamed as the pleasure filled you, spasms shooting through your body.

He sucked on your clit, his fingers suddenly burying inside of you as they started pumping in and out. Elijah had to pin you down by your waist to keep you from lifting off of the bed. "I'm gonna cum," you gasped, your fingers tightening on his scalp. "Already?" His cheeky smirk was evident on his lips, now glistening with your juices. He continued his ministrations making you come hard on his fingers, his lips curling back around you. His tongue captured all of your cum like it was his last meal. His name ripped from your throat, your body quivering as your thighs clasped around him.

He lifted his body up, taking a good look at you. "Oh baby," he moaned, "you're so exquisite, all for me to ruin."

You looked into his eyes, still coming down from your high. Suddenly your eyes travelled down his chiselled chest, stopping at his bulge inside of his lowly hung dress pants. "Elijah," you softly moaned, "I need you now."

The hunger in his eyes grew deeper, darker. He smashed his lips on yours, dominating you with one hand snaking around your waist and another one gripping your neck. As soon as he broke the kiss, he lost his trousers and boxers. His cock sprung out in front of you and you couldn't help but stare at it, thinking how the fuck could you take it. He was bigger than all the men from your past.

"Like what you see, babygirl?" You whimpered at his words, that nickname did something unexplainable to you. You pulled him into you by a fistful of his hair, locking lips, giving yourself to him completely.

He positioned his cock to your core, slowly inching inside. You cried out from the mixture of pain and pleasure, nails digging into his back. He stayed still for a moment inside you, until you signalled him to move. He started thrusting in a slow pace, then little by little it grew an inhuman pace. You bit into his shoulder to stifle your lewd sounds but Elijah's fingers tangled in the hair behind your head and pulled you back by it, "No, babygirl," he looked deeply into your eyes, thrusts not faltering for even once, "I wanna hear all of it." You let out a loud moan at that, him grunting with each hit. You gasped, gripping his shoulders, "Elijah, I'm close."

"Are you, now?" he moaned into your neck, "then let it out for me." He kissed you again, full of lust, "Let it all out, babygirl, and make a mess of my cock."

That was your undoing, your grip on his shoulder got stronger as you came, every wave bringing ripples of pleasure throughout your nerves. You rode your high as his pace picked up, and you felt him twitch inside you. He came almost right after you, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

Your movements stopped, you just stayed like that for a few moments, him on top, caging your small form beneath him as you both panted through the aftershocks. After a while, he slid out of you and settled beside, pulling you close to his side.

"Still bored?" Elijah asked, sliding an arm around you.

"No I think I'm ready to sleep now," you looked up at him, cheeks flushed and eyes droopy, "I should go back to my room." You shifted, trying to get up, only to be stopped by him.

"Stay here, in mine," he said, "that way you get to wake me up whenever you feel bored." Both of you smirked at each other.

"That... sounds like a good plan." Your face inched closer as you planted a wet, hot kiss on his lips. Elijah kept licking all the insides of your mouth until he lazily broke the kiss, "I thought you were ready to sleep?"

Your smirk grew bigger as you climbed on top of him, straddling his hips now, "Nope. Bored again."

[violettelueur]

— GETO SUGURU || RELY ON ME

↳ featuring : geto suguru from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mention of murder, grammar issues and spoilers for non-manga readers 

↳ spoiler warnings : chapter 65-79 spoilers

↳ form : imagine

↳ published : 19 january

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 1.8k

↳ request : Hello, I love your Cafe! I was wondering if I could possibly request headcanons or a scenario about a female jujutsu sorcerer who can sense emotions and starts hanging out with Geto a lot right after everything with Riko happened to try to help him mentally and maybe they start dating after they get closer?

↳ barista’s notes : once again, barista violettelueur is back again with another imagine and today it is staring geto suguru  ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ and the next one pending will be for KUGISAKI NOBARA ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆ right now, it is 2am but i had a nap earlier, so i can’t get back to sleep even though my online classes start at 9:10....hahahaha ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ but other than that, i hope you enjoy you cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and please come again soon!

“Don’t you think you’re being a bit too clingy with me?”

Slyly shifting your eyes to the side, you began to gape at the tall sorcerer right beside you, as he continued to move forward to wherever he was going - to be honest, he didn’t even know himself.

“And do you have a problem with that? I don’t see you pushing me away,” you teasingly commented as you let out a little giggle trying to lighten up the sombre atmosphere that was clouding around you and Geto at this current moment in time.

Unbeknownst to your classmate, you could feel the suffocating pressure that he was carrying in his heart, suffocating to the point where you were nearly choking onto the curse energy that you were sensing. However, you couldn’t blame him at all for feeling this way all. 

Ever since the assassination of the Star Plasma Vessel, Geto couldn’t help but feel a sense of heavy guilt surrounding him after the killing of Amanai Riko and with the situation of Gojo becoming stronger than he had anticipated, Geto started to feel more isolated than ever.

Well, he would've if it wasn’t for your constant presence.

To be completely honest, Geto was perplexed on what type of sorcerer you were. You never really revealed what your cursed technique was to anyone but knew you were extremely skilled with cursed weapons and tools, to the point where you were able to embed your curse energy and create your own through craftsmanship as a talented armourer. However, he was still intrigued by what you were naturally skilled at.

“Y/N, what type of sorcerer are you?” Geto asked in a curious tone leading you to halt for a quick second, as you began to think about what you could answer to the sorcerer who was now directly in front of you.

How could you answer? 

Actually, were you even allowed to answer?

Even though it seemed useless to some sorcerers, your curse technique was the ability to sense the emotions of humans, curses and sorcerers and though it seemed to be simple, your technique was an extremely rare ability due to your whole existence used to help reduce the number of curses being formed - you were fundamentally the possible sole solution of the extinction of curses, especially ones that could develop into special grade curses.

However, you weren’t allowed to inform Geto that let alone anyone else that you known of. You were informed by Yaga sensei as well as the higher-ups to not tell anyone about it.

“I’m just a weapons specialist Suguru, I thought you already knew that,” you answered with a smile on your face, as you walked closer to catch up with him before linking your arm with his to keep him close to you leading to the intense curse energy around you to lighten its hold on you slighty causing a small but noticeable smile to form on your face.

“I’m not as strong as you, but I know how to deal with people, so rely on me a bit more aye?” you rhetorically asked as you began to drag Geto to wherever you wanted, needing to make sure he was going to be alright and nothing was going to happen to him later on.

Surprised, Geto couldn’t help but stare at the back of your head with widened eyes as he continued to let you take him to where you wanted to take him. Geto didn’t know why but he couldn’t help but draw a tiny smile on his face as he also let out a light laugh.

“Yeah, I rely on you a bit more often Y/N”

                                             ꕥ

“Then we should just kill all non-shamans”

Widening your eyes in complete horror, you suddenly became frozen as you stood beside the doorway that would lead you to the very conversation that Geto and special-grade sorcerer Tsukumo Yuki were having right now.

Leaning your body against the wall, you tried to balance yourself as the feeling in your legs slowly began to give away with the intentions of not wanting to make any noise of revealing that you were eavesdropping the horrific statement your friend had suddenly made.

‘Kill all non-shamans, is he crazy?’

“Geto-kun, that’s a decent plan,” Yuki mentioned causing you to turn your head to the side of the entrance with pure shock as her comment was not helping with the situation at all, as well as the intense amount of antagonistic curse energy that was practically choking you at this point leading to the feeling of your throat agonisingly closing up due to the extreme field of negative emotions that was being manifested between the two strong sorcerers.

“However, there is no need for that when we have L/N around,” Yuki suddenly mentioned, causing Geto to look at her with confusion to which lead her to continue with her explanation by saying, “well her curse technique is extremely powerful since she can sense emotions and that lead to the reduction of curses being formed, haven’t you notice the lack of mission you been sent on recently?”.

Thinking about her question, Geto couldn’t help but suddenly realise that Yuki was correct at the fact that he had been on little to no missions recently. Was it because of you? Curse technique that can sense emotions? Was that why you have been by his side for quite some time?

“Even though Gojo is the reason why there is a balance in the world, L/N is the reason why there is peace you know, but that’s a story for another time,” Yuki huffed as she suddenly got up from the seat before placing on her leather jacket. “I gotta thank her though, she is the reason why I get to go aboard so many times, maybe I should take her to Paris as a ‘thank you’ gift?” Yuki questioned herself while pointing her chin with her index finger to emphasise her thoughts before coming to the sudden realisation of something.

“You never told me your answer to my question,” Yuki mentioned with a small pout, leading to Geto looking at the woman with a bewildered expression on his face leading to her to then ask, “what kind of woman is your type?”.

Looking at the special grade sorcerer with a blank expression, he couldn’t suddenly think about the comment you had said to him earlier.

“I’m not as strong as you, but I know how to deal with people, so rely on me a bit more aye?”

‘What a liar,’ Geto thought as he smiled at the small but fond memory, ‘you are strong Y/N’

“My type of woman is someone that I know I can rely on”

                                              ꕥ

Feeling a sense of coldness upon his cheek, Geto couldn’t help but shift his eyes down to see you pressing a cold water bottle to his face as you began to sip on the can of cold coffee that you have brought from one of the vending machines that were nearest to the track field where you and Geto were training at.

“Thanks,” Geto said with gratitude as he took the bottle from your grasp before taking a quick gulp of the refreshing liquid that was smoothing his body from the disgusting heat and sweat that he had produced from fighting with you.

Geto couldn’t lie to himself. He had completely forgotten how masterful you were with your weapons as well as how physically strong you were when not using your curse energy. You were really the ideal sorcerer in some ways even when your curse technique had nothing to do with exorcising curses at all. Geto really admired you for that.

“Are you going to continue staring?” you casually asked, as you tilted your head slightly to take a quick peek at him before cheekily commenting “am I that beautiful~” leading you to laugh at your own comment to which Geto followed suit.

“You’re beginning to act like Satoru,” Geto mentioned, leading you to express a concerned look as you didn’t want to act like your annoying classmate, leading Geto to laugh once again at your grimace expression causing you to turn to him with a soften look.

From what you could sense right now, the curse energy that was swimming around you and Geto was tranquil to the point where it was peaceful. From what you could remember from the beginning, this situation was the complete opposite since the incident and that put nothing but a slight warmth within your heart, the curse energy back then was suffocating which was contrasting to this feeling that could nearly put you to sleep. Geto has made so much progress during the few months that had passed but what surprised you to most was how fast he had made progress, even after the little situation with Yuki.

‘She really had to snake out my technique huh?’

“Are you going to continue staring at me? Am I that handsome~” Geto then teasing asked, leading you to snap out of your thoughts before realising that he was mocking you slightly from your earlier comment. However, before you could either counter him with your annoyance, you suddenly notice the sorcerer lean forward towards you causing you to slightly step back before feeling a light touch on your forehead.

Pulling away, Geto managed to get a glimpse of your surprised expression with a hint of pink hues on your face before letting out a cheeky giggle. “Maybe you’re not like Satoru, he’s not the shy type anyway,” Geto playfully mentioned before grabbing your hand that wasn’t holding the coffee as he began to drag you away from the track field where you both were training at before.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” Geto softly said with a hint of appreciation as he continued with, “rely on me also okay?”

Feeling shy, you looked down to your connecting hands before tightening the hold as the curse energy that surrounded you both was now feeling more gentle and tender than it had ever been before. However, you still had some questions in mind.

“HEY! You can’t just kiss my forehead and grab my hand like I ain’t going to ask questions Suguru?” you exclaimed, as you began to frantically shake your interlocking hands in a slight panic causing Geto to look at you with surprised expression before laughing loudly at your sudden outburst.

Even though Geto knew you since the beginning of his enrolment at Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, he had never seemed you once looked so flustered like you did right now. You were always the calm one between him, Gojo and Ieiri, so this was a whole new sight to him.

Tightening the grip of your hand, you crazy shaking came to a slight pause as Geto began to slowly but tenderly pull your hand towards him, only to then land a light kiss on the back of it leading to the once pink hues that were painting on your cheek to become rose red.

“Rely on me to make you blush, okay girlfriend~?”

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Ch. Eight

⚠WARNING: Slight mention of unhealthy coping mechanism.

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You push open the door to the face, the heat from inside warming your cold hands. You walk up to the counter and greet the barista with a smile.

“One jasmine tea and one black coffee please.”

You pay and move so the next customer can order. You scan the cafe, immediately finding Osamu in the same corner he’s always in. As you approach he looks up from the book he’s reading and gives you a sleepy smile.

“Heya, how’re ya doin’?”

You smile but inwardly frown as you take in the darker than normal bags under his eyes and the coffee cups littered on the table. “I’m alright. Were you able to get any sleep last night?”

He gives you a small smile and shrugs his shoulders. The movement is sluggish and you can’t help but tsk.

“Osamu,” you chide quietly.

“Well now ya know my secret,” Osamu replies. He yawns hugely before continuing. “It’s been a few days since I’ve slept so I know I’m due for a crash soon.”

You frown at him as you remove your jacket. “It’s not healthy for you.” He doesn’t respond, save for looking up from his seat with a sleepy smile. You can’t help but feel a smile tug at your lips. “I shouldn’t indulge you but I ordered you a coffee when I came in, let me go grab it.”

“Yer a saint.” You hear behind you. You’re glad you’re facing away from him as you feel a slight blush take over your face. Your tea and his coffee is waiting on the counter for you, the barista giving you an extra smile before you walk back. Osamu’s watching you return to your table, the same dopey look on his face. As sweet and docile as he looks you can’t help the twinge of guilt that shoots through you. Sure he claims he doesn’t sleep but he also stayed up late to talk to you last night and was there for you when you needed someone. So his current state can 100% be blamed on you.

“It’s the least I could do.” You say as you set your cups down and sit. “You’ve bought me tea before, and you helped me last night.”

Osamu waves his hand while sucking down his coffee. You shake your head at his dismissal but don’t bring it up again. You two sit in silence, enjoying each other's company and the atmosphere of the cafe. You steal a few glances at your friend, examining his face as close as you can without staring. Now that you know he chooses sleep deprivation to help with his problems you can’t believe you didn’t notice how tired he actually looks. He’s hid it well these past few weeks, and that makes your heart clench painfully.

You notice he has a tuft of hair sticking up in the back. It honestly looks adorable but you motion to his head so he can fix it.

“Your hair is sticking up weird.”

At the blank confusion on his face you lean forward to try and help him. “Here, just,” you bring your fingers to his grey locks. His hair is smooth and soft, surprising you. You shake your head and focus on fixing the one stubborn bit of hair that refuses to go down.

Once it does, you run your hand through his hair a few times, attempting to capture a relaxed, windswept look. In your motions you glance at Osamu’s face.

He’s watching you, wide-eyed and seemingly frozen to his seat. His expression makes you falter, your hand resting in his hair. Imperceptibly, and if you had to bet without his doing, his head leans into your touch. It’s your turn to freeze but only for a second before you sweep through his hair one last time and retract your hand.

Why did I do that? Your face feels hot as you quickly bring your hand to your tea and take a hasty sip. Why the heck did I just do that? You swallow the tea and gently set it down before chancing a glance at Osamu. He’s looking out the window of the cafe, but you can spot the blush on his cheeks.

It makes you blush even more and you take another sip to try and calm down.

“So,” Osamu finally says. “You said you had a group therapy session yesterday, right?”

You nod, eagerly taking advantage of the change in topic. “Yeah, it’s something that one of my friend’s therapist told him about. We’ve been going for about three months now. It’s specific for people who’ve lost those who were like family, but I know people who’ve lost relatives are welcome.”

“Hm,” Osamu hums in reply. “Well I might look into taggin’ along one day.”

“That’d be great! It’s helped me and my friends talk through our problems with other people, and it’s helped us communicate with each other as well. My own therapist said it was a good idea too. I can’t imagine your therapist wouldn’t say the same.”

At that Osamu scoffs. “I don’t have a therapist.”

You tilt your head. “What? I thought you said something about your therapist when we first met?” You know he certainly did.

“Oh, that was my therapist back home. But he was crazy, he was always trying to push me into havin’ an emotional release. And when I told him to stop he didn’t.” Osamu rolls his eyes. “Plus I didn’t think it was helpin’ me all that much. So I haven’t found one since movin’ to Sendai.”

“Oh.” You really didn’t know how to respond to Osamu’s cynical explanation. You couldn’t fathom the idea of not seeing your therapist and having that professional outlet to help you. Not only did your therapist offer explanations for your feelings and insight, she’s also kind and generous. Your sessions are a safe place where you can grieve properly and feel no shame.

Hearing Osamu speak bluntly about his less than ideal experience with his therapist back home and his now negative opinion on therapy in general doesn’t sit right with you, but you don’t feel comfortable trying to get him to change his mind.

“So how far away is home?” You ask, changing the subject again. You think it's a safer topic but Osamu furrows his eyebrows.

“Hyogo.” He answers shortly.

“Wow, that’s far right?”

He nods. “Sendai U is a good school and I needed a change of scenery.” His replies are clipped and he doesn’t meet your gaze. You sense his uncomfortableness.

“Was it hard moving away? Are you lonely?”

Osamu pauses in bringing his coffee cup to his mouth. He looks over the rim at you appraisingly.

“Nah,” he says. He takes a sip and sets the cup down. WHen he swallows he gives you a friendly smile. “Not so lonely anymore.”

The soft gaze aimed your way sends your heart into overdrive. Another blush threatens to overtake your face and you have to look away.

You don’t miss the satisfied smirk that touches Osaumu’s lips and you feel your blush deepen.

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A/N: After that last chapter Y/N NEEDS some tender comfort from Osamu....and it looks like someone is catching some feelings!!! It still seems like there's a bit of mystery around the guy still but it looks like things are progressing nicely for Y/N and Osamu.

I want to mention that opinions about therapy and coping mechanisms in this story are my strictly my own. I am not the leading authority on seeking treatment for any mental health or physical health reasons. In this story Y/N is proponent for seeking help for mental health, but Y/N is not a doctor either. This is a fictional story, and if you are reading this unsure of whether or not you need to seek help, please consult a doctor or someone you trust.

And after that last chapter I threw in some Makki and Mattsun crack because I love them and my petition for them to adopt me is still pending. :/ And we're just gonna ignore Oikawa for now kthxbi.

Thank you so much for reading - I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far!

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i will never be satisfied ~ cody fern

word count: 1027

request?: yes!

@kellysimagines “Hey I wanted to eens in a prompt through your asks but i cant so i wanted to ask if you cpuld make number 5 of your list with cody fern 😊”

description: in which they have had a crush on him since they first met, but he’s been in a happy relationship with someone else for years

pairing: cody fern x gender neutral!reader

warnings: swearing, pining (is that a warning? just in case)

based off of this song

if you’d like to check out my song prompt list thing that i’m doing click here!

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I met Cody at a cast party. I was invited by my friend, Billie, to celebrate the end of a long few months filming. From the moment I laid eyes on Cody, I knew I was in love with him.

His laugh was like music to my ears. His smile could brighten even the darkest room. His accent made me weak in the knees. I tried not to be so obvious, but I was basically following him around all night.

And then he introduced me to Eric, his boyfriend, and I felt my heart shatter.

Cody still wanted to be friends, so I tried to keep up the act. I didn’t want him to find out about my feelings. I was so sure they would pass anyways, that I would meet someone else and end up with them instead. But, even after a year and a half of friendship, I still had a huge crush on Cody.

He became my best friend, and I valued our friendship over anything else, but my heart still skipped a beat every time I was with him.

Like the morning he walked into my apartment unannounced and sat at my kitchen table.

I was in the process of making coffee when he showed up. I raised a confused eyebrow at him, waiting for an explanation, and when I didn’t get one I poured him a cup of coffee as well.

“Thank you,” he said.

“So, what brings you to my apartment at 9am unannounced?” I asked, my tone playful.

Cody blew lightly on his coffee, his eyes trained on the table in front of him. I didn’t want to push him, but I could tell there was something going on.

“Eric and I got in a fight,” he finally said.

I knew my first feeling to this shouldn’t have been some excitement, but in the pit of my stomach there was some joy over hearing this.

“At 9am?” I asked, trying to somewhat lighten the situation. “What could you guys be arguing about this early in the morning?”

“Well, that’s the thing...we had these plans to go for an early morning run and then out for breakfast, but I had a late shoot last night and ended up sleeping past all my alarms.”

“And...he was angry about that? Did he not know you had a shoot last night?”

“No, he knew, but I told him we were finishing up early enough that I’d go to bed early and be up for our run. The director just kept us late because he said he wasn’t feeling the scene and felt like it could be better. By the time I got home it was like 2am, and I was still hopped up on adrenaline from work so I didn’t fall asleep until between 3 and 4. When Eric couldn’t get ahold of me, he came over and found me still asleep, he got upset over how much I work. He said he’s getting tired with feeling like I put him second to my work and us not pending time together because I’m always filming.”

I tried not to cringe as I realized that I was agreeing with Eric’s complaints.

“Well...” I said, drawing out the L, “you...do work quite a lot. You’ve had to cancel and postpone plans with me due to filming, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t suck to have that happen so often.”

Cody sighed and took a sip from his mug. “I do work too much.”

“I mean, your career is taking off and I get wanting to keep up that momentum, but you do need to take time for yourself, and for those you love. Especially...especially Eric.”

As much as it pained me to say it, I knew it was what he needed to hear. I needed to be a friend, his best friend, not the person who had a crush on him.

Cody leaned his head on his hand and looked up at me. I felt breathless looking into his eyes and I had to direct my gaze to my own coffee mug. I had to remind myself here was here as a friend in need - a friend who had a boyfriend.

“We haven’t hung out in a while,” he pointed out.

“You’ve been busy,” I responded with a shrug.

“Not all the time. I feel bad that we haven’t actually spent time together in so long.”

Despite my better judgement, I reached across the table to take Cody’s hand in mine. He smiled a soft smile and squeezed my hand slightly.

“I’d love to hang out,” I said, “but you have an angry boyfriend you should probably go talk to. Spend the day with him, with your phone off. I’ll see you soon enough.”

My heart squeezed a bit at my own words. It was hard to turn down spending time with him, but I wasn’t the one he needed to see right now. Eric was, he needed to mend things with Eric.

He squeezed my hand again, that smile still on his face. “What would I do without you?”

I smiled back at him. “Luckily for you, you’ll never have to find out.”

I showed him to the door, telling him to let me know how his talk with Eric goes. He hugged me and kissed my cheek. I felt a tingle on the spot his lips touched even after he had pulled away. I watched him go from the doorway until his car had basically vanished. I sighed to myself and stepped back inside.

I reached for my mug of coffee and realized Cody had left his as well. It was mostly full but had cooled down while we were talking. I poured the contents of the mug down the drain, feeling any hope for Cody to ever return my feelings go with it.

It was torture to have these unrequited feelings for Cody, especially with how close we had become since we first met. I was glad to see him happy, that’s all I wanted. But in the end, I knew I would never be satisfied.

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Hi author-nims!!! I love your blog and I wanted to know if I could get a scenario with Han from Stray Kids, where the reader gets her period for the first time in their relationship, and the poor squirrel has to take care of her because her periods are bad with cramps and nausea and headaches and everything?? Sorry it's so long! love you author-nims!

Hi, lovelies,

Admin Oasis here. I had fun writing this. The story is a bit short, but I hope that it's as cute as you wanted. I'm going to keep trying to answer the requests that we have pending. I hope you like this.

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Not the Day He Planned

Han woke up in bed with you in your apartment. Today was his first day off in months, and he was so excited that he could spend the day with you. You and he had been dating for a little over a month, and he was excited to plan a day with you where he could go out and spoil you rotten.

He stretched, and he turned to look at you, sleeping soundly on the bed. He smiled, kissing your forehead softly, and you moaned in sleepy wakefulness. Then your eyes opened, and your mouth fell open, and you groaned in frustration.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Han asked, looking at you.

“Oh, no,” you said, shaking your head. “I think I started my period, but it’s not supposed to start yet.”

“Oh,” Han said, blushing and looking down. “Um, what do you need me to do?”

You picked up the blankets, and your head fell back and groaned. “I like these sheets!” you whined, a pout on your pretty lips.

“Ok, how about you go take a shower, and I’ll put your sheets to wash. If you need anything holler at me, ok?”

You kissed him softly, before you got up and walked to the bathroom. Han took your sheets off the bed, and put them in the wash. He looked at the soap, and pursed his lips together. Did he need special soap to take blood off the sheets? Did he have to do something special to make sure the sheets didn’t stain? Did he have to soak them? Pretreat them? Crap.

“Jisung?”

He turned towards your voice, and he put the sheets in the washer, deciding to pretreat the sheets. Then he turned and went over to the bathroom, where you were at. You blushed, and looked down, before you handed him a little box and a little bag.

“I don’t have anymore of these,” you said, biting your lower lip. “Can you get some for me from the store. I know it’s embarrassing, but I don’t’ have any for when I finish my shower.”

“It’s not embarrassing,” he said, shaking his head. “I’ll go right now. You get in your shower, and I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

You turned to go back into the shower, and Han went to the store. He was looking for the supplies in the brand and type that you asked him to, and then he went to the junk food and bought some chocolate, some ice cream, and some chips. Once he was satisfied that he had enough food for you, Han went to pay.

The cashier was a woman, and she rang all his things. When she got to the pads and the tampons, she looked up at him. Han blushed, and a smile appeared on her face. She rang them up, and then she told him the total. Han paid with a card, and she smiled.

“What a good boyfriend you are,” she said, giving him his receipt. “My boyfriend never wanted to get me my lady products. He always said that it was too embarrassing. He didn’t want anybody seeing him buying these kinds of things.”

“My girlfriend needs them, and she can’t come get them, so why not do something nice for her when she isn’t feeling very good.”

“How sweet,” she said, handing him his bags.

Han blushed once again as he took the bags. He started the walk back to the apartment, which wasn’t that far. The whole time he tried to come up with a few activities that you two could do, where you could stay at home if you weren’t feeling up to leaving the house, and what he could do on his own if you wanted to sleep.

He got back to the apartment and immediately went to look for you. He knocked on the bathroom door. The shower was still running, and so he guessed you were taking your time with your shower.

“The door is open!” you called out.

Han opened the door, and put the items you needed on the sink. “Do you need anything?”

“I’m starting to cramp really badly,” you said, moving the curtain to the side to see him. “Can you look through the medication for some pain killers or some muscle relaxants.” You winced, and Han wished he could do something else to help you. “Maybe both.”

“I’ll look, baby,” he said, nodding. “I got you some junk food, and we can chill in the living room if you want.”

You nodded, and you smiled at him. Then you remembered that today was his first day off in months. You pouted, shaking your head. Han smiled, nodding his head, reading your mind perfectly.

“I don’t mind staying home with you,” he said, gripping your chin in his fingers. “I would love to just chill and watch movies with you cuddled next to me, ok?”

“But it’s your first day off since we started dating,” you said. “I want you to enjoy your day off.”

“I do everything on the days that I work,” he said, giving your forehead a kiss. “I don’t mind not doing a damn thing on my day off.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, pouting. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not like you can control where your period comes,” he said, turning to leave the bathroom, so that you could continue your shower.

Han set everything up in the living room, including some of the food that he’d ordered while you showered. When you came out, comfy in your lounge clothes, you walked over to the couch, looking at the spread on the coffee table, and you smiled. There were tears in your eyes, as you were always more sensitive during your period, and your boyfriend was being so understanding.

“Aww, honey, don’t cry,” he said, pulling you into his arms. “Why are you crying?”

“Because you’re so nice,” you answered, and he giggled.

With a soft smile, he opened his arms, and you climbed onto the sofa, to lean into his embrace. He turned on the television, putting go a drama. He put the chips in your hand, and rested against the arm rest.

All of a sudden, you groaned, and curled into a ball, and Han looked down at you. Your face was screwed up in pain, and he reached for the medicine bottle on the table. It was pain medication, and he gave you two of them. With a grimace, you took the two pills, and tried to relax until they kicked in.

That’s how Han spent his day off. When the medication wore off, he made sure to give you more. If you slept, he stayed still so as not to wake you up, as you were in his arms. If you had an accident and leaked through your protection, then he took you to the bathroom, and brought you a change of clothes, and then waited close by so that you could change.

You were very embarrassed that Han had to take care of you, but Han felt like the perfect boyfriend, making sure that you were painless, clean, well fed, and well rested. He didn’t mind lying on the sofa, for you to lie on top of him, and watch television or sleep, which ever you preferred to do.

By the end of the day, you were feeling better, and it was a good thing, because tomorrow Han had to go back to work. You cuddled into Han at the end of the day, lying in your bed. You kissed his cheek, and smiled at him.

“Thanks for being here with me on the first day of my period,” you said, hugging him and resting your head on his chest. “My first day is always the worst, and I usually spend my day in bed. Thanks for being understanding and caring, babe.”

“Oh, of course,” he said, kissing your forehead. “I would do anything to make sure that you’re comfortable and happy.”

“I love you, Jisung,” you said, dozing off to sleep.

“I love you too, baby,” he answered, also dozing off. “I will see you tomorrow morning baby. I’ll keep your breakfast warm before I go to work.”

“Uh-huh,” you said, settling down to sleep.

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JAY HALSTEAD IMAGINE

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested?: yes

Word count: 2794

Authors notes: I hope you enjoy it. If you would like a personalised one please do ask! have fun reading! I have also a promt list :)

Trigger warning(s): mention of death, swearing, violence 

Summary: jay seems to always take Hailey's side one everything. Hailey always seems to come first. A trauma takes place and jay realises the reality.

Prompt: request.

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Since Hailey had received a job offer from the FBI Jay had become really close with her, so close then he was pushing away his own actual girlfriend. It wasn't just y/n who noticed this though Atwater asked y/n one evening at molly's if her and Jay had broken up. 

Y/n loved Hailey and she thought she was so good to Jay. Maybe too good to him. When Jay got shot one time y/n was sat in the waiting room and Hailey and Vanessa were there and she heard a convocation she wish she could unhear. 

'you love him' Vanessa said to Hailey.

'Of course I love him he's my partner' was the response. 

This broke Y/n heart a little as she knew at that point that if she wasn't in the equation Jay would be in absolute awe of Hailey. Who was y/n anyways? Everyone would prefer a beautiful blonde greek badass cop. 

Y/n worked with a law firm, in fact that's how she met Jay. She was a criminal defence attorney she met Jay in an interrogation room whilst defending her client. Jay later asked for her number and one thing led to another. 

At some points she wishes she never picked up that phone call.

'Y/n if your gonna start then leave, Hailey would be so fine wi-' Jay yet again started comparing y/n to Hailey. Y/n was pissed off that Jay kept staying out late with Hailey. 

Thats all it took. Y/n lost it. "GET THE FUCK OUT AND GO BE WITH HER THEN" Y/n was fuming she was so tired of being compared to Hailey. Her own boyfriend who was meant to love her and only her was clearly in love with another woman.

"y/n come on what's going on with you? Since I've been shot you've been so different around me. Talk to me baby" Jay was so soothing. He gently approached y/n and gently placed some hair behind her ear. 

Y/n refused to even look at him. I guess you could say that she reached her breaking point. She had given up on him. Jay went to kiss her as a way of saying 'I love you' but she turned her head before he had the chance. As much as it hurt her, y/n had to leave. She made her way to the bedroom completely avoiding all eye contact with Jay. She grabbed a duffle and started showing clothes into it. Jay just stood there entirely confused on what to say or do. 

"I'll come get the rest when you're out" a few tears were brimming in her eyes but she sure as hell wasn't going to let them fall. 

Jay went to grab her hand y/n ignored him and walked out the door. 

*BANG BANG BANG 

"Derek what do you want" y/n was at her firm and her associate, Derek was wanting her. 

"you need to go to the 21st district, Mr Maxwell got caught up again" y/n rolled her eyes. Mr Maxwell was a frequent flyer he was homeless, y/n always felt bad for him so she took his case pro-bono. However, Rossi Maxwell always seemed to find trouble. 

"Tell him i'll be there in twenty" and with that y/n left to go to the district. 

"Hey Trudy, looking as beautiful as ever" y/n cheekily said with a smirk. 

Trudy rolled her eyes and responded with a blunt "upstairs" 

Going up these stairs was a familiar feeling for y/n whether she was going to support a client or going to see her boyfriend, well now ex-boyfriend. Y/n hadn't seen Jay in a week she still hasn't been by the house to collect her stuff. She loved Jay but just couldn't face him. 

Ruzek greeted y/n with a hug as soon as he saw her "girl I thought you were dead where have you been?" 

y/n just laughed and said "Maxwell? what's he been up to this time?"

Ruzek chuckled slightly 'what hasn't that man done? He got caught with some dope but if I tell you anymore I'm pretty sure you'll get him released and we will lose our best shot of catching our guy."

Y/n raised her brows at him. "Ruzek, you do realise i'm his lawyer and that's my job right?" 

Ruzek clicked his finger and led her to the interrogation room. 

"Adam who's in there with him?" y/n asked nervously. 

"Jay and Hailey" Ruzek said barely above a whisper. It was clear that everyone seemed to know about this love triangle between y/n, jay and Hailey. 

Y/n being the badass she is walked in with her head held up. "Rossi what have you gotten yourself into this time?" 

Rossi gave her his compelling cheeky smirk "oh nothing new, I just wanted to see your pretty face" 

Y/n smiled at him then looked towards Hailey who was sat next to jay directly in-front of Mr Maxwell. "My client has nothing further to say to you, we are leaving." 

Mr Maxwell stood up. "no he's not, he's being charged with the handling of a class a drug as well as distribution, hell I could hold him as an accessory to murder" Hailey stated with a stern voice. 

"accessory. Hailey come on he's a harmless old man who can hardly look after himself how the hell would he be able to help with murder?" y/n stated somewhat pissed off. 

"y/n he's staying. End of." Hailey said slightly raising her tone. Jay sat there silently not knowing where to look. He saw that Hailey was getting annoyed and placed his hand on her lower back. Y/n saw this and it made her blood boil. How could he have moved on in a week? They had been together for 3 years and he goes to his partner in a week! It was really clear how much he cared for y/n. 

"My client has rights and IM NOT SEEING ANY PROOF OF THIS ACCESSORY TO MURDER. MY client denies all charged and without any admissible evidence we will be walking out of here now." y/n leaned over the table to she was in Hailey's face "end of" she whispered to her. Y/n was true to her word she told Mr Maxwell to leave the interrogation room and to go outside, where Derek, the associate, was waiting. Y/n wanted to speak to Voight about how the whole situation was handled. 

"y/n can we-" jay began.  

"no" y/n simply stated and carried on walking. However, she was stopped when Jay grabbed onto her wrist and pulled her into him. 

"baby please. I love you" y/n could have sworn she saw tears threatening to spill form his eyes. This made her soften but she was still mad. 

"I won't be second place" she stated and with that she walked off to Voight's office.

"you need to get your detectives in place before this unit has a pending court trial" y/n said entering Voight's office. 

"y/n I know she was out of place bu-" Voight began. 

"no Voight I'm tired of making excuses for this unit sort it out" as y/n was leaving she saw Hailey comforting Jay. Y/n chucked and murmured a "point proven, case closed" and made her way back outside to meet with her client and Derek. 

Normally, Derek would be waiting outside the car but this time he wasn't. Y/n just predicted that he was in the car; the windows were tinted so she couldn't see. Y/n got in and saw Derek in the back seat, he was coated in blood. "oh my - DEREK WAKE UP" she started to shake him. Maxwell was sat next to Derek looking at his hand with a sore excuse of a smirk. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?" she screamed at him. This got his attention, he looked up at her and reached for a knife. Y/n knew what was about to come so she reached for the door handle of the car. Maxwell grabbed some rope and put it around y/n neck. She found it strange with how he didn't say a word, this wasn't him. She didn't know this person, she knew a sweet old man who just got caught up in the wrong crowd. Y/n fought hard trying not to be choked to death, tears were falling and fear was taking over her, she could barely breathe. "Rossi please" y/n said softly as she was somewhat loosing conciseness due to the lack of oxygen. This made him stop. He got out the car and left. y/n couldn't move, when she finally pulled herself together she went to check on Derek. "hey, hey" she said tears falling rapidly. She couldn't find a pulse and knew she needed help. She could barely catch her breathe so she had to leave the car. She got out and looked around, Maxwell was no where to be seen. 

She started speed walking back towards the district. She was stopped by a sharp pain in her upper ribs. She turned around, it was Maxwell. She had been stabbed. He continued plunging the knife into her, she didn't have any energy to fight him off. "Rossi please stop" y/n managed to get out. She wasn't sure if he heard so she said it again with everything she had "Rossi stop p-please." This time he looked at her. He froze and dropped the knife. y/n kicked it out the way. Yn fell to her knees she was blacking out. Maxwell snapped out of his trance and saw her in front of him covered in blood. 

"Y/L/N! HELPPPP" Maxwell picked her up and ran into the district with her in his arms. 

Trudy saw them and instantly shouted "HELP CITIZEN DOWN" she froze, that's when she recognised her. "AVERY GET YOUR ASS UP TO INTELLIGENCE AND TELL THEM Y/N Y/L/N IS DOWN HERE AND IS IN BAD SHAPE" Trudy put pressure on her wounds "come on y/n stay with me". 

JAYS POV. 

One of the officers came running up the stairs, something had to be wrong. 

"sergeant platt said you need to come down stairs she said something about a 'y/n y/l/n' she's in real bad shape" he started rambling. My heart dropped. There was no way it was her. How could it be her. 

I ran downstairs in less than a second and I saw her. She looked completely lifeless. 

"baby, come on oh my god, baby wake up" I cried. I couldn't hold myself together. I grabbed her hand whilst Trudy was doing CPR. 

END OF POV. 

Jay was frantically pacing around the hospital waiting room. How could he have let this happen? Who the hell would do this to her?

Dr Halstead entered the room. 

"Will, tell me she's fine. Will please" Will placed a hand on his brothers shoulder and took a deep breath. 

"Jay she lost a lot of blood. She's in the ICU at the moment its a hit and miss she's just gotta make it though the night" Jay fell to the floor sobbing loudly. Will comforted him. They were like this for a while until Jay finally spoke. 

"Can I see her?" Will responded with a nod, not knowing what else to say. 

Will walked Jay to y/n's room. Jay walked in and Will left them alone. 

JAYS POV. 

She looked ghost-like, yet perfect. Why didn't I go after her? why didn't I try to get her to stay? This is my fault. 

I went and sat next to her. I grabbed her hand and placed a light kiss on it. 

"Hey honey, its me." I was hoping she would wake up and answer me, she didn't. 

I didn't know what to do. what could I do? 

END OF POV

Y/n made it though the night but she still had no woken up. Two weeks had passed and nothing seemed to be improving. 

"Jay go home, take a shower and get some sleep I will call you if anything changes I promise." Will told Jay sternly. 

"promise" Jay said mid-yawn. 

"yes let me drive you" and with that both the Halstead brothers drove back to Jay's apartment, previously his and y/n's. 

Jay went straight to the bathroom when he remembered what was in the cabinet. He smiled at the thought of what he could have had. He never understood why y/n was always so mad at him he really never noticed how close he was getting with Hailey. He was furious at himself. 

"Jay you good?" Will interrupted his thoughts. Jay opened the bathroom door and showed Will what was making him smile. "do you think this was her style?"

Will laughed. "brother, she's a lawyer. Believe me they make it clear what they want. That is perfect" Jay also laughed. It was a noise Will missed hearing. 

Jay had a nap whilst Will went back to the ER. 

*BEEP BEEP BEEP

*BEEP BEEP BEEP

Jay didn't hear. 

*BEEP BEEP BEEP

He finally heard. Jay answered the phone as quick as he possibly could. 

"what's happened?" jay asked frantically 

"get here now" was all Will had to say. 

Jay rushed out the door and sped to the ER with sirens on. He ran up to y/n's room. He went to the door and he rushed over to her. 

"you're awake, Will had me thinking you were dead" Jay chucked 

Y/n didn't say anything she still was somewhat mad at Jay. 

"Y/n I didn't realise what I did when you left, I really confused me. I love you and I thought you loved me too. I have never missed someone so much, you make me the happiest man. These past 3 years have been the best. You put up with me through my sleepless nights, through the hospital visits and all the times I tried arguing with you in the interrogation rooms. y/n/n you are my everything. You are the reason why I smile in the morning and the reason why I can peacefully and happily close my eyes at night. Atwater made me realise about Hailey, I've only been with her so much lately because she's leaving y/n. She accepting the FBI offer and I wanted to give a good goodbye, spent time with her you know. She's one hell of a cop. She wanted me to go with her. I said no because everything I could ever want is right her. My life is perfect. Well, it was until you left and got yourself stabbed" Jay lightly chuckled. Y/n was tearing up and smiled. Until realisation hit her about being stabbed. 

"Maxwell-" 

"Is in a mental asylum. He has a 2 personality disorder, he will get better he just needs some support" Jay said softly going to kiss her forehead. 

"Derek?" y/n asked not really wanting to know the answer. 

Jay shook his head "i'm sorry" 

Y/n moved over in the uncomfortable hospital bed. "whoa what are you doing, you'll hurt yourself?" jay said sternly. 

"shut up and come cuddle me" y/n said back to him sternly. Jay did as he was told being careful not to hurt her. 

"i'm an idiot" she said. 

Jay laughed "my idiot" 

Will came in and ruined the moment "hey lovers not naughty business in the room thank youuu" They all laughed as Jay smacked his brother lightly on the head. Will placed something in Jay's hands making sure y/n wouldn't see he winked at him then left.  

"What was that" y/n asked as Jay got comfy next to her. 

"Look at me" Jay said. She did as she was told. "I love you. I don't want to lose you or wake up without you for another day. You are the one I want and I've been planning this for a while"

Jay got down from the bed and got on one knee. 

"y/n will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?"

y/n didn't know what to say so she just nodded and let the tears flow from her eyes. Jay placed the ring on her finger. 

"I love you Jay Halstead however I'm not letting that my idiot comment slide. I think your forgetting i'm the one with the law degree" y/n smirked. 

Jay laughed. 

"I love you too" and that's when Will came in. 

"WELCOME TO THE SEXY FAMILY Y/N!" 

The three of them laughed as Jay kissed y/n

[hb-writes]

Just Because You Can Doesn’t Mean You Should

Summary: After a few rainy days stuck inside during spring break, the whole Cullen clan is feeling restless and resort to pranking to pass the time.

Featuring: Emmett Cullen, Carlisle Cullen, and Mia Cullen

-- It had rained for fifteen days straight in Forks, a parade of stubborn drizzles followed by steady downpours and carrying over into the week-long spring break. Mia didn't usually mind the rain, quite used to it giving her something to watch out the window when she didn't care for a teacher's lesson or the drops of it falling against her window and lulling her to sleep at night.

She usually enjoyed the impromptu breaks her family took from school, too, more than happy to roam the woods or sit out in the sun with a book while Forks High School held the impression that Dr. and Mrs. Cullen had pulled the kids out of school for some outdoor activity. But being stuck inside while the school was closed for an endlessly rainy break had Mia feeling a little restless.

It had taken her only a day to finish her pending assignments, and just one more to completely rearrange her bedroom. She had actually grown tired of staring at things, her eyes fatigued by and bored with her laptop screen, books, and the view out her window. And she had grown tired of her siblings too, bored of their usual indoor pursuits and routines.

By day three, Mia had strayed to playing innocent pranks to pass the time—moving her siblings' things when they left the room and making failed attempts to sneak up on all of them, but most specifically Emmett, who'd first made a game of scaring her, wrapping the whole family up in it so that Mia could hardly go an hour without being snuck up on.

Because of that, her pride and joy in regards to the pranks had been the alterations she made to Emmett's jeep, a prank she entered into knowing it would likely be an act of delayed gratification, not like the hiding of frequently needed items or the botched pop up scares. Emmett had no need to take a vehicle out any time soon. If he was going anywhere, he was more likely to run, and once school was back in session, they would be more likely to take Edward's car. Mia knew she could be waiting weeks for any sort of acknowledgement.

She was willing to wait though, the mere recollection of all she had done sufficient enough to get her through Emmett continuing to scare her over and over. She’d done a few things to his jeep, easy stuff like rearranging the mirrors and seats, and adjusting the radio volume to its maximum, and changing the station to the local one that favored heavy metal. But all of that was mostly a distraction because Mia was far more proud of the collection of nuts and bolts in tin cans duct-taped under his seats and inside the spare tire set on the back to the jeep. The whole vehicle would be rattling if he hit a bump or tapped the break, two things she assumed Emmett would encounter before even making it out of the driveway. 

Mia wasn’t usually one for such targeted and premeditated pranks, but Emmett had made a sport of scaring Mia over their week of near-confinement, and she felt he deserved something beyond the standard prank. So when the opportunity arose, with her siblings out for a hunt, her father at the hospital, and her mother occupied with some project in her studio, Mia took her opportunity. 

She knew Emmett would discover the rattle was no more than a prank after he asked Rose to take a look at it, but she still giggled to herself imagining what would happen when he finally brought himself to ask for Rose’s help and then she laughed once again imagining the look on Rose’s face as she held up one of the offending cans. Emmett was clueless when it came to cars. Completely clueless.

But she had only had to wait a few days because Rose had decided she wanted to go on a date, and Emmett insisted on driving, insisted on getting dressed up, and settling himself down on the couch beside Mia while he waited for Rose to finish getting ready.

Had Mia realized they would be taking Emmett's vehicle, she wouldn't have stayed in such a vulnerable position, lounging there on the couch. She would have put some more distance between herself and her siblings, and a locked door, perhaps. She would have prepared herself a bit better to feign ignorance.

But as she had been caught off guard, she hadn't been prepared to fight when Rose stomped back through the front door with Emmett following in her wake. Rose had barely spared her a glance, the can rattling in her hand as she continued straight up the stairs.

And though it all clicked very suddenly that she was about to be told on, Mia couldn't scramble fast enough because it seemed to happen too quickly that Emmett had plucked her off the couch and was placing her down in Carlisle's office, less than two steps away from a seething Rose.

To Rose's dismay, there hadn't been any true repercussions for the prank aside from Carlisle's request that Mia issue a genuine apology and an acknowledgment that cars were not something to be messed with. Mia had laid low for a few days anyhow, avoiding Emmett and Rose, and even her father, to the best of her ability, which was why Mia had settled in for a day of self-care, feeling she’d earned an afternoon of soothing teas and good music and moisturizing skincare and nail painting after all of the effort put into pranking and the hassle of being found out. 

With the rain and the music and her own voice filling her ears, Mia didn’t hear Emmett push her door open or tread across her bedroom floor. Had he been a human of his proportions, he’d not be able to sneak up on her, but as it was, Emmett was stealthy whenever he wished to be, able to take unassuming and delicate steps despite his size. 

“Boo.”

The word was barely above a whisper and Mia stumbled and let out a scream, startled just as much by the hushed remark as she was by the quick rush of breath near her ear and the hands that grasped her before she fell. 

“EMMETT!” she shouted, pushing at his hold and groaning once he settled her back on her feet. 

He reached over to turn down the music, laughing. “You’re too easy, kid.”

“And you’re a stupid jerk,” Mia ground out, shoving against his solid chest with all her might only for him to stand there unaffected, chest puffed out and smiling down at her. “You scared me!”

“Same here,” he said, gesturing towards the green clay mask on her face. “Got a bit of a Wicked Witch of the West thing going on there.” 

Mia’s rolled her eyes. “Actually, I was channeling my idiot older brother.”

“Ah, so Yoda, then?” Emmett smirked. “What an honor.” 

“Hulk,” she offered. “You know, the incomprehensible behemoth with no self-control?”

Mia stepped away from him, heading towards the bathroom to rinse her face and Emmett appeared before her once again, another scream coming from her lips. 

“Stop doing that!” 

“I’m sure you’ve done something to earn it,” he answered, “just haven’t figured out what yet.”

“I’ve been up here all day, Em.” 

“Yeah, and unfortunately your voice carries. Sounds like you’re drowning cats up here.” Emmett turned to glance in the open bathroom door and Mia smacked him on the arm. 

“I’m going to tell Dad if—” 

“Speaking of Carlisle, he wants to see you.” 

“Why?”

Emmett shrugged. “I’m just the messenger, but you might want to clean that off and drop the Oscar the Grouch act before you go down there.” 

Mia clenched her fist. If it would have done anything, she might’ve hit him, wiping that smug little grin off his face entirely, but she knew it wouldn’t, so she took a deep breath instead, releasing her fist and smiling instead.

“You mind giving me a minute, then?” 

“Wait for wicked sister grouch, the Yoda Hulk brother will,” Emmett answered.

Mia took another deep breath, waiting a moment to see if he was serious, rolling her eyes as he folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the door frame.

“I don’t need you to wait. I can remember how to get myself downstairs,” she said, but Emmett didn’t budge so she moved to the sink. 

She took her time with rinsing and moisturizing and didn’t utter a word to Emmett as she tried to step past him, but his hand caught her chin, though his palm and fingers spanned the whole bottom half of her face really, and the whole maneuver stopped her from moving entirely with little effort on Emmett’s part. 

“So soft now, your skin is.”

“Emmeh, lemme go!” Mia shouted, her words muffled as her cheeks remained squished between his fingers. “Yur nod fummy.” 

Emmett laughed, dropping his hold and holding a guiding hand out in front of them. “Fine, grouch. Go ahead, then.” 

“I will.” Mia massaged her jaw as she took the stairs nearly two at a time. “And I’m going to tell Dad you’re being an assh—” 

Mia’s mouth closed as she took a step off the stairs, rounding the corner, nearly knocking into her father.

Carlisle caught her arm as she stumbled and Mia briefly checked his face for any sign he intended to reprimand her for the word choice, but her eyes were instead pulled to the mess of tin cans on the table.

"What's…"

"All of this?" Carlisle asked as Mia wormed her way out of his hold. "I was hoping you might be able to tell us."

Her eyes flicked back and forth between the cans, her father, and her brother, who had taken a seat at the counter.

"I've been up in my room all day. I don't even know what 'this' is."

Emmett put his feet up on the stool beside him. "You're busted, kid. Might as well give up the act."

"I'm not busted because I didn't do anything.”

"Well, the fourteen tin cans found in the cars would say otherwise," Carlisle answered. "I thought we were in agreement that there would be no more pranks played, especially where the cars are involved?"

Mia’s mouth fell open a bit before she gulped. "But I didn't—"

Carlisle held up the can that certainly had been Mia's doing, a neat 'With love, Mia,' painted out on the side of the can with nail polish.

"You did this?"

Mia couldn't find the words, but she finally nodded. "But I didn't—"

Carlisle held up another tin can, a nearly identical message written out on the side with the very same shade of pink and Mia stepped forward, pulling the can from his grasp to study it closer.

"Dad, I didn't do this," she answered, "Emmett must've…he must be—"

"I must be what?"

Mia jumped at her brother's closeness and she smacked his shoulder as a reflex. "Stop doing that!” she said before turning back to Carlisle. “Dad, tell him to stop scaring me."

Carlisle sighed. "Amelia, I thought we were on the same page after our discussion. You agreed to stop with the pranks, but since our discussion doesn’t seem to have been enough—"

"Dad, I didn't do this," she answered. "I—"

"What about this?"

Mia let out a rushed exhale, a nervous laugh coming at the end of it. She had forgotten about the photo she'd replaced days ago, switching out one of her father and her as a baby to that of her father holding a potato wrapped in cream-colored blankets.

"I did that ages ago. It was before we talked."

"Aw, come on, Mia. You don't think we're that stupid, do you?" Emmett asked.

Mia turned from her father to her brother. "I think you are."

She shrieked as Emmett twirled her around, wrapping one arm across her chest as he held her against his front, using his free hand to clamp down over her mouth.

"Alright, I think we've heard enough of her lip, Carlisle. It's time for sentencing. Fearless leader, do your worst."

Mia knew her father would never do his worst. She wasn’t even aware of what Carlisle Cullen’s worst entailed, having never seen him more than slightly aggrieved, but she thrashed against her brother’s hold anyhow, prying at his hands until he caught her arms, and then she kicked at his shins, but Emmett easily sidestepped her attempts.

Mia yelled her brother’s name, the sound muffled into his palm before she bit down. It didn’t hurt him, more of a shock that she’d even done it, than anything. She'd gone through a short-lived biting phase around three or four, but they’d been incident free since then.

Emmett smirked. “Are you sure you want to challenge me to a biting war, kid?”

Carlisle cleared his throat. “I think a more appropriate punishment would be for Amelia to clean and detail the cars.” 

She groaned, her efforts to get out of Emmett’s hold renewed, if only because she wanted to voice her protest. 

“And dust every picture frame in the house,” Carlisle continued as Emmett finally uncovered her mouth.

“But that’s going to take forever and I—”

“I suspect it will keep you busy for the remainder of your break and provide you with plenty of time to think about your behavior,” Carlisle said. “And you’re grounded...three weeks.” 

“You’ve got to be joking,” Mia groaned, “Dad, I didn’t even do this! I—”

Mia felt Emmett shaking with silent laughter before she noticed the mischievous glint in her father’s eye, the slightest of smiles coming to his face. 

“You actually are joking, aren’t you?” 

Carlisle shrugged. “Emmett and I thought you could benefit from a little dose of your own medicine, Mia.”

Mia sighed. “So I don’t have to do any of what you said, then?”

Emmett lifted her over his shoulder, moving steadily towards the door.. “You’re still helping me wash the jeep, kid. Need to teach you the importance of not messing with my things.” 

“But it’s pouring out—Dad! Help!”

Carlisle stepped forward, beating them to the door.

“Thank yo—” Mia started.

He pulled his daughter’s rain jacket off the hook, handing it to Emmett. “We wouldn’t want your sister getting sick,” he said. “And let me get that for you.” 

Carlisle opened the door, an eyebrow raised and a small smirk on his face as Emmett carried her through. 

“Have fun, sweetheart.” 

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